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The dragon-creature, savage and bestial, is not the sort of thing to be contended with words, as Vastra is surely soon to figure out. Drawn to her by the sound of her shout, its almost iridescent eyes are wicked as it pulls again on the primordial breath of this powerful form, bundling the flame in its breast into a taut ball, before projecting it towards the little filly.

As the fire pours forth, though, the deadly burst crackling in the humid summer air, the shifter is quite suddenly struck with what feels like the force of the sky landing upon it. Though the beast had been keen to turn its eyes towards Vertigo, next, Weaver’s aerial assault catches it entirely off guard, and with a roar of anguished outrage, the scaled cretin is pushed down into the river.

Meanwhile, the young otters hide behind Aelfwine and Wessex’s offered safety (both the mares likely smelling ever so faintly of terrified otter urine at this point), peering out from behind their tall legs at the ensuing battle. Their parents, sharp teeth bared, and sleek coats shining, leap into the water with graceful arcs, and swim towards the beast that has been pushed under by Weaver’s wild pile-drive. With growls and barks of their own, the creatures chomp down on the leathery scales of the monster, and the father otter even clings to the thing’s side when it attempts to make it to the sky again.

Releasing his vicious grip with a wide-eyed squeak at the sight of the silver dragon (and her reaching flames), the father drops back down into the river alongside his wife, and both proceed to cheer on the equine shape shifters defending their young from, well, a shape shifter.

At the sight of the challenger dragon, the shifter, too, feels fear flood its thoughts. This was not going as planned! Dropping the egg into the water below it, blood dripping from its various bite wounds, and one wing sagging and obviously wounded from Weaver’s bludgeoning drop, the creature attempts to get away from the raven-mare’s sharp beak, and Yael’s even more frightening talons, its shrieks filling the air.

It’s not fast enough, however; feeling the silver’s claws sink into its side seconds after her fire washes over the creature’s left flank, the bloody pecks of the raven fall away into the background in comparison to the sensation of death which now besieges him. The magic that allows the shapeless being this form shudders, the large obsidian shape of the creature becoming a blurry smudge of smoke in the air for split moments, before finally remaining smoke, entangled about the descending limbs of the attacking dragoness.

With a last, mournful cry, the smoke dissipates, and the monster is no more, and the egg which it had greedily clutched in its claws floats down the river bed, landing neatly nearby Aelfwine. The four pups, feeling greatly obligated to honor their protector, quickly make their way towards its round, orb-like form, and roll it towards the dappled mare, their little otter faces smiling.

After the pups give the antlered mare her well earned present, the whole family of very grateful otters moves about the gathered horses, giving them their thanks and praise, before waving farewell to their newfound friends as they take their leave.

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