Leah
Leah was tall for a woman at 5'11", but she could tell she would probably only come up to the man's broad chest. He had to be well over 6 ½’, maybe closer to 7’. She knew right away by his scent that he wasn’t a dragon. Dragons had a distinct scent, like firewood mixed with something that uniquely identifies each individual. This man did not have the scent of firewood at all. He smelled like apple pie with an underlying scent that Leah recognized as wolf.
She returned the man's smile, a slight blush darkening her cheeks. "Sorry. They're just really good."
The man chuckled. "Is that seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the chair next to the one Leah was occupying.
Leah shook her head. "Not at
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