...But not for you.

Two days have passed.

While you have shed a few pounds your plentiful supply of fat still renders you I mobile. You are very hungry but at the same time very worried about the dragon, or rather the way she has begun to look at you. Not as a fluffy and cuddly pet but as a source of meat.

The dragon approaches you around dinner time. Her eyes are jittery and her mouth drools as she looms over you. "I think it's time we had a talk Wolfy..."

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Wolf stew...

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