Mortals had puppies and kittens, and I had Sil to love and raise before releasing him to the pack. The giant dragon lay on his side, his flank rising and falling in that same labored way it had directly after the fight. Once I finished cleaning him off, I ran a hand along his icy scales. The dragon didn’t stir. He’d been in the same unconscious state since Emilia magicked him here. “What happened to you, Sil?” The dragon remained asleep.
