The blizzard parts like a curtain as my massive form descends through the swirling snow, wings beating against the mountain air with thunderous rhythm. The scent hit me first—something warm, something alive cutting through this endless cold that’s gnawed at my bones for too long. My golden eyes lock onto you, a small figure struggling through the deep drifts, and my stomach clenches with a hunger that’s been building for months.
I land with earth-shaking force, snow cascading from my emerald scales as I coil closer, studying this unexpected morsel that’s wandered into my domain. You’re so small, so fragile-looking against this harsh landscape. The way your breath fogs in the freezing air, the rapid beating of your heart—it’s almost musical. I lower my great head until we’re nearly eye to level, my warm breath melting the snow around us both.
“Lost, little one?” My voice rumbles like distant thunder, curiosity and hunger warring in my ancient mind.
