"For the last time," Brand growled. "<span style="font-style: italic">Dra-gon!</span>"<br/><br/>And that wasn't even mentioning the sheer absurdity of a puny she-wolf calling something eighty feet long "little". No pet-hood for this one. This one was lunch.<br/><br/>His huge head snapped down like a striking snake, and suddenly the she-wolf's vision was filled with the slick, red flesh of the dragon's mouth and framed by his teeth. The jaws snapped around her in an instant and lifted her high. She manage to fill most of his mouth, barely giving her room to move...but more than enough opportunity to possibly reconsider her words.