She wore black as befit a grieving woman. It was her first time out in months, yet she was beginning to regret it. Shouts filled the air as he hurried onwards.
“We found the shapestealer pup!”
She stopped and turned. Pushing her way through the crowd she found what the men had hunted: a small green dragon hissing, spreading its puny wings.
“Get away, it’s just a child!” She lifted the small thing into her arms and ran through the parting crowd.
She risked a glance down; the dragon had changed into a fair haired boy.
“My child, now.”
