A low rumble came from his throat at the same time she grabbed the bolt and tugged. The rumble became a roar, and she was grimacing around her own twinge of pain as her shoulder screamed at the movement. Razik’s head snapped up, his large snout coming close to her shoulder and inhaling sharply. Another growl came from him. “I’m in better shape than you,” she retorted, shoving his face away from her, briefly marveling at the feel of his scales beneath her fingers. He huffed again, his lip curling back and baring a row of large, pointed teeth.
