The river was widely considered to be completely unnavigable this time of year. The brutal temperatures and floating icebergs would be the doom of any normal river raft.
But when you absolutely needed to get something upriver, you called his team.
They were a crew of three. The pilot steered, and his dog pointed out the ice floes as they drifted into their path. The dragon sat on the roof and melted the icebergs with her fire breath before they got close.
He poled out onto the river, determined to deliver the little girl’s medicine before it was too late.

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