The Exiled Dragon
Movement, jerky, swift movements slid across her body.
“She’s pregnant,” I whispered. Creed went to the rear of the animal, where two little hooves had become stuck. Creed put one hand on the animal and his other large hand on the hooves. He pulled when the doe made a cry of pain. Her howling filtered through the falling snow. My dragon’s heat amplified around us, his eyes frequently looking at me as I watched in awe. His heat melted the surrounding snow, almost so warm I didn’t need my cloak.