The wyvern hung in the air, suspended on the updraft of its own fiery breath. Wyverns weren’t accounted as intelligent as their grander dragon cousins, but they still possessed a level of animal cunning.
It spotted the flash of sunlight on maile and dove like an eagle catching a salmon. The knight barely had time to raise his shield before it wrapped its tail around his waist and carried him into the air on a gout of flame.
When the knights came, they disrupted the delicate balance of the magical ecosystem. But something always rushes in to fill a niche.

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