Later that afternoon, Roxy had gone to take her usual nap. Usually, at night times the beasts were always active.
None of her husbands dared to wake her up at this hour, giving her the long sleep she needed.
Kaelen and Drax had to stepped out of the cabin to go hunting.
"Quiet paws," Kaelen whispered, crouching low in the underbrush.
Beside him, Drax mimicked the pose, though his chubby toddler legs wobbled. The little dragon was vibrating with excitement, his golden eyes wide.
This was the kind of game he loved to play.
"Quiet paws," Drax repeated in a loud whisper that scared away three birds.
Kaelen sighed patiently. Teaching a dragon to hunt like a wolf was proving difficult. Drax's instinct wasn't to stalk; it was to incinerate.
"We are hunting rabbits, little spark," Kaelen explained, pointing to a game trail. "Rabbits have big ears. If you stomp, they run. We must be shadows."
