i ought to name you, she thinks listlessly as the dragon steps impossibly over the surface of the water. its twin tails twirl away from it, snapping and feverish. the fish do not fulfill its desire to hunt. once, it turns to look over its shoulder to consider freya, but then thinks better of it. 

metal scrapes against salty rock and the draconid gets to her feet. she peels one glove off and tucks her fingers in her mouth to whistle. 

her walking wake whirls, rancid yellow eyes zeroing in on the lumbering shape by the water. its mane rumbles like a stormcloud. ripples fan behind it as it takes off running over the water, gliding soundlessly, and it manages to take the baxcalibur completely by surprise. 

freya maintains a safe distance, but nears the scuffle. she drinks in its movements, its mannerisms, as the foraging baxcalibur is forced quickly onto the defensive. the fight was over before it had begun. soon, her wake has one hind paw and spindly toes wrapped around the dragon's neck. drool drips from its maw, but before it can gorge itself, freya throws a ball. 

SOLO WILD
catching - thread end.

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