“Step forward, dragon.” Govam’s voice was terse, official. He was in his rightful position again, I guessed. Captain. “You too…” “Muskrat,” someone called out. “I bet he’s a muskrat!” “He ain’t no dragon, that’s for sure,” Vemar drawled. “Dragons don’t play dead. I’d go with possum.” “Yeah, possum,” a few people shouted, snickering. “My parents were wolves,” Jedrek grumbled. “I should be a wolf.”
