Chapter Ten ½

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Fang walked around. She had promised to patrol the camp that night. She brushed a tree with her tail. She was ssssooooo bored. She wished she could be in her den. With Sightless by her side. She looked at the moon. It was the only light providing her in the dark, damp forest. It was almost full. In fact, It would probably to full by tomorrow night. A rushel in the bushes pulled her out of thought. She looked towards it. She took a few steps closer, until she was just a few talons away. Something ran straight into her. She jumped, her tail lashing, ready to fight whatever had gotten in her way. The dark shadow of a dragon lumped over her from a rock it stood on. It tilted its head, then slowly walked closer. Talon by talon.

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