Starshot puffed, dehydrated and starving. She looked into the bag hopefully... Nothing. The small dragon plopped onto the ground, her eyes tearing up.
"Hey there!" Something called to her. Another dragon?
A small, grey fluffy thing with wings and crystal blue eyes looked at Starshot.
"What are you?" Starshot asked wiping away her tears as she investigated this newcomer.
"I'm a Winged Wolf! My names Whirlnight, what's yours?" It asked happily. It didn't seem dangerous.
"My names Starshot. I'm a Fury." She said proudly.
"Like a Nightfury?" Whirlnight asked, her cute squeaky voice echoed.
"Yea... I think so." Starshot laughed.
"Come on! I'll show you to my pack!" It said flying away happily. Starshot spread her wings before remembering she couldn't fly yet.
"Hey! Wait! I can't fly!" Starshot shouted.
"Why not? You have wings." Whirlnight said, confused.
"I'm too little to fly." Starshot sighed.
"I can teach you!" Whirlnight yapped happily.
"I mean... I know how to fly, but I can't at the moment." Starshot explained.
"Oooooh! Ok! Luckily my territory isn't far from here. Come on!" Whirlnight yapped, running off.
Starshot sighed happily, slowly following behind...
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An Electric Spark
RandomThe journey of how a little dragon named Starshot came to be.
