Sir Richard couldn’t see the dragon’s lair, but the sky was smoky and hazy. He knew the horses could sense danger and were uneasy. Cyrus smelled it in the air too, he could tell, but the German Shepherd walked quietly beside his master’s steed with only his ears twitching nervously.
I’m working on the science-story-thing I’ve been talking about at the moment (and it’s almost done), but when I finish it I’m going to pick up The Sacrifice again!
As you can see, I decided to rename the German Shepherd. I loved the names that were suggested, but I felt like this one fit into this story best.
Happy Tuesday! I cannot wait to posting The Sacrifice!