“Who you callin’ an animal?” the voice that had angrily told Speerce to wait said.
Chiku looked up from holding the wolf pup to behold a strange sight. In front of them stood a light brown and cream-colored dragon, standing on its hind legs.
Maybe that wasn’t the weirdest thing about them; no, that title would probably have to go to the airplane wings on their back, and the rubber tire wheels on the outsides of their ankles.
The dragon wore an old leather pilot’s cap, goggles, and a muted blue scarf alongside a black jacket. A messenger bag was slung over their shoulder, filled to the brim with… something.
The dragon glanced down at the wolf pup. “Oh,” they said. “You weren’t talking about me.”