the dark and large dragon shall begin to lay on his back, legs stretching and body shaking as he yawned.
right on the grass too, such a perfect spot to be in.
being a bigger dragon, he naturally brought her back with his weight.
once her back hit the floor he began to start with a barrage of small nibbles and licks to her face.
his breath usually reeks of fish, the dragon hasn’t had much of an option to try anything else.
all the bushes are dead, down in the cove. so no berries grown around there. the trees sure are big though.