MY ADOPTED DOGS ARE ALPHA MALES
Kamila felt the bite of the cold seep through her armor, but her resolve burned hotter.
"Steady, Kai," Kamila urged, her hand patting the dragon's neck reassuringly. She reached back into her quiver, fingers brushing against the fletching of her arrows—each one imbued with runes of power, especially crafted for this encounter.
Drayka began to chant, his words weaving a tapestry of magic that sought to constrict and constrain. Ice spears formed in the air around them, poised to strike. But Kai was swift, dodging the icy projectiles with powerful beats of his wings, each flap dispelling the growing frost with bursts of his inherent heat.