The Light Fury laid in a shaded glen, the moonlight pooling on her white scales.

Why did she have to fly out so far from the safety of the Hidden World…

She winced at the injury to her wing, finding it painful to move at all, an angry abrasion where the razor netting had caught her from the dragon hunters’ attack.

Suddenly she heard a twig snap close by, her head snapping up alert. Upon spotting the likes of you her eyes thinned down and she growled, warning you to keep your distance.