I jolt awake, my movements waking Snow.
“Are you okay? I had a terrible dream that something bad happened to you,” I ask. I had another dream about being attacked by two dragons, one of them being Ancalagon.
We still see him flying in the air and I know he’s searching for Snow. I don’t know why he wants him, or if he’s really trying to kill him, but why else would he care enough to still be searching for him.
I look around. “You’ve moved us again. Did Ancalagon attack you? I remember seeing him, then I passed out.”
He nuzzles me, letting me know that he’s okay. I wrap my arms around his snout and take a keep breath of his snowy scent. He smells like what I imagine it smells like in the pictures I’ve seen of large snowcapped mountains where humans haven’t tainted the earth. Crisp and cl
