Even after seeing him in this form many times, the ferocity of his talons, fangs, the lethal edges to his body and tail, took my breath away. Dyter’s, too, apparently, who hastily backed away. You’re bigger than me, I grumbled to Tyrrik as I compared our Drae forms. Tyrrik swung his head toward me, white fangs gleaming. You are much faster, Princess. I huffed. That was probably true, given my streamlined frame. I bet I could beat him in a race. You definitely would, he agreed. I purred with his praise and then mentally slapped myself.
