Azazel woke up in a cold sweat, heart beating fast and his breathing heavy. He'd dreamt about the knight that took his leg again.
He looked around the cave, needing reassurance that the knight wasn't there.
"Guuunnvar!" He called, his voice wavering.
The young dragon on the other side of the cave groaned
"Go back to sleep, it's like.. Moonhigh."
"Gunnvar.. I had the dream again..
If it is okay with you, I would like to join you in your nest."
The young dragon rolled his eyes
"You certainly aren't the fearless warrior you once were. But if you must, there is plenty of space next to me."
The three legged dragon hobbled over, and cuddled up against the larger one.
Gunnvar sighed and wrapped his front arms around him like he was a teddy bear.
"You really are something." He sighed.
