Clay looked up from the dead dragon he was staring at for hours. He felt bad for the dragon he needed to get away from it and he was hungry, he looked back down and sighed he knew those burnt marks anywhere he knew but didn't want to believe the story that was in his head. He turned way the dragon was dead form some dragon with too much fire the dragon had its talons stained with blood he hoped it wasn't hers though the thing she said to him made him worried "…It not like they can hurt me or anything…"