The Dragon Girl
Dragon sawed over a fallen tree, rushing toward the wolf den. The forest was ablaze all around her. She had started this. It was why her parents had named her Dragon, because she could breathe fire. It was why she had run away after she had killed her parents .she flew towards the den of her new family. She thought "I wish I could fly faster." That was the other reason she had been named Dragon, because she had the wings of a dragon. Her blue eyes reflected her blue wings as she brushed her blonde hair off her face and back over her blue dress. She coughed. She had to get above this smoke. She whipped out her wings and shot upwards. The air cleared. Dragon realized that she had been flying the wrong direction. She angled towards the wolf den. By the time she arrived, most of the forest was consumed by flames. She howled, asking were her pack were. Talking wolf was one off her many talents. Darkfur, the pack leaders mate howled back. She said "were do you hunt, pack sister. We are at the fast wet, Come to us" She barked thanks to the leaders mate, rose above the forest and started flying towards the fast wet. It took her over an hour to reach. When she finally reached it, the forest fire was out, but nothing remained out the forest itself but ash, but the pack was safe. They were lying in the wet, the cubs lying on the adults. She relaxed and swore to herself, she would never breathe fire again. The pack was safe and alive and she wanted to keep it that way