Song of a Wolf

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==Prologue==
The ocean was a reflection of the storm above; a dark mass that writhed with uncontrollable rage. There were streaks of white foam and gray-green water cresting each towering wave that reared above the surface, like the talons of some giant SeaWing.
I can't do this for much longer, Fruit Dove thought as a haze of exhaustion settled over her mind. She tried to squint through the curtain of rain, desperate for any sign of land where she could rest and recover, but her efforts were wasted. If only I could see in the dark or breathe underwater. That would make this much easier.
Fruit Dove clenched her jaw in determination, but it was a hollow sort of determination. I just need to reach the Bay of a Thousand Scales. There might be a cave where I could stay for the night.
She ducked her head and looked at the monstrous sea beneath her. It roared and howled and flung salt water into her eyes. There wasn't any sign of an island, a Scale or otherwise.
Fruit Dove lifted her head again to look forwards. Through the rain she could just make out a small smudge on the horizon, like an ink stain against the boiling silver clouds. But it was moving, and coming towards her.
Fruit Dove stopped in alarm as the massive dragon beat his gigantic, jagged wings, eating up the distance between them in record time. His night dark eyes gleamed in the dying light, and his furious roar seemed to thrum the air itself.
Move! she ordered her exhausted limbs. Shrieking with agony, they obeyed. Fruit Dove wrenched herself around and fought against the howling gale. Think! What would Glory have done in this situation? That was an easy question to answer. Her fierce great-grandmother would have met the dragon head on and spit venom in his face. But, unfortunately, though Fruit Dove's scales could change colour like a RainWing, she didn't have any venom. Her fire (inherited from great-grandfather Deathbringer) could possibly work.
Fruit Dove felt her heart thunder against her chest as her wingbeats slowed. The dragon was approaching quickly, and, judging by the bloodthirsty glimmer in his eyes, he was clearly going to kill her.
She clenched her jaw in determination and used every iota of strength that she had left in her aching body to rake her claws down his snout. He dodged easily and then rammed into her wing, tearing the delicate membrane. He followed through with a slash at her side and a bite at her tail. Fruit Dove shrieked with pain and plummeted towards the ocean. Through the haze of terror Fruit Dove thought she heard him say, "Farewell, RainWing."
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