The roar the dragon gave near deafened me. My brother? I live, Nighteyes. As do I, brother. AS DO I, BROTHER. AND I HUNGER! The Wit-voice of a very large carnivore. Old Blood indeed. The strength of it shivered through my bones. Nighteyes had the wit to reply. Feed, then, large brother. Make our kill yours, and welcome. That is pack. Realder’s dragon did not have to be invited twice.
