Spike’s pupils shrank, staring right up at the terrible dragon in utter fear. Meranax stared unblinkingly right where they were, the eye unmoving in its socket, and then… nothing. Meranax drew her eye back and forth across the little alleyway of treasure they were standing in the middle of, apparently not seeing them, and then moved on, her scaly body passing over them like a storm cloud. Whirlwind removed his hoof from Spike, and he gulped in air.