With a few sharp barks, I caught their attention. They wheeled around in the air, their guttural vocalizations expressing their frustration. It wasn’t my place to command them, and I almost stepped back and allowed them to continue searching, but a twinge of pity in my heart prompted me to stand taller. I growled, wordlessly urging the dragons to retreat for now. I could search the mountainside better while it was still dark out; my sense of smell was stronger, and unlike the dragons, I wasn’t too big to maneuver through the bushes without getting tangled up. They screeched in protest, and some of them continued to scour the mountainside until they all fell back, flying overhead and disappearing back into the trees they had come from. Most likely to collect their fallen comrade.
I carefu
