The she-dragon, a particular iron crested wyvern looks down her nose at the small pup.

The mangly thing is curled next to her belly, his white hair matted. His stubby tail wags in his sleep, gently thumping against the she-dragon. She snorts, blowing hot air, the pup snuggles closer. She rises, moonlight flickering across her silver scales. She shakes her body, her winged arms shutting.

The pup yips, tucking his tail. The she-dragon towers over him as she strides away, her tail trailing after her. She moves to a small patch of dirt, circling a few times before she slumps down, rumbling the ground. She rests her head and closes her eyes.

She feels the tiny fluffy body curl up against her once more. She sighs, and covers the pup with her wing.

His stubby tail wags.