Literature
The Ouroborus and the Chroma
The young Chroma was alone, as she often was thanks to her status as an Untouchable. The Matriarch did not care if the young dragon died. If anything, she would prefer if she did.
The solitary Chroma had not gone unnoticed by a nearby wolf, which at present was creeping through the underbrush, one foot in front of the other as it neared its quarry. Dragons, even young ones, were difficult prey, but this wolf was older than its fellows, and stronger and smarter still. It had hunted young dragons before, it knew when to strike, and it knew weakness when it saw it. And the dragon before it, wingless and missing an arm, seemed easy enough prey i
