beast to give in and release the dragon from his grip. Well, the steaming meat must have been a real treat for Fenrir.
The reptile left his mount slowly sinking into a deep sleep. It was strange to hear the massive beast purring softly. Draco, however, had to satisfy his own hunger, so he quickly returned to the estate.
The next day, the dragon couldn’t wait to see his beast again, but he didn’t forget his routine exercises. So he didn’t go to the stables until after breakfast. At the door to Fenrir’s stall, he bumped into a middle-aged soldier who, instead of a blue uniform, was wearing a white, thin coat fastened at the sides.
‘Loran Tress, cavalry veterinarian.’ He introduced himself with an indifference that was almost painful to behold. ‘I look after all the animals and beasts within Ed’heer.’
'It's a pleasure to meet you.' Draco beamed even more broadly. He was going to ask someone for help and to teach him how to look after bess anyway. Fenrir seemed much more energetic than other mounts, but according to the cavalrymen, he should settle down soon. They just didn’t bother to say exactly when that might happen.
The vet got straight to work without wasting a moment. He was the only one who didn’t seem to mind Fen’s growling. Tress didn’t even seem to notice it. The soldier examined the beast from head to tail, muttering to himself. Finally, he delivered his verdict: Fenrir was a picture of health, and his unusual build did not affect his functioning. The only thing left was to see him in motion. And that was how Draco found himself standing beside the bess, adjusting the saddle on his back.
Thanks to the valuable comments offered by the cavalryman, the dragon was coping reasonably well with all the fastenings, buckles and the whole host of other bits and bobs on the beast. The only thing hindering Fen’s preparation for the first attempt at riding and getting used to this method of movement was his temperament. Fenrir growled at everyone, except Draco, who
