There’s something off about Little Red not shifting. I hope Tana knows I would never be inappropriate with a juvenile, dragon, or otherwise.
“How old is she?” I ask, wanting to get as much information as I can about dragons.
“She’s just over four years old.”
“How long before she’s fully grown?” I ask, tossing one of the whole deer at her and watching her gracefully catch it and swallow it in one bite.
“A dragon reaches maturity at five years of age.”
“So, you’re a teenager?” I ask, tossing a second deer at her. I know I’m fanboying again, but I’m so fascinated by these beautiful dragons. I watch as she tosses her head back, swallowing the second deer, her throat gracefully moving as the deer passes through it.
She rumbles her agreement and looks at him. “Well, hopefully, one day, I’l
