“Mine,” the big black dragon growled.
“I’ve already laid my eggs here.” The smaller one’s voice dripped with venom.
“I dug that nest last year; I’m not digging a new one. Move!”
“What’s the problem, madams?” Veetra ran to the fighting dragons.
“Mine!”
“No, mine!”
The shapeshifter looked at the dragons; they would kill each other in a moment. She had to think fast.
“Oi, Diggory!” She called to the fellow shapeshifter who preferred the shape of a huge mole. “I have a job for you!”
The big black settled in her new nest without complaints. Veetra sighed. She’d kept them safe, for now.
