Kithea smiled at Cynder and laid down beside her to give her some warmth. "I'm glad you liked the hare," she chuckled. She closed her eyes.
But suddenly, she heard high-pitched yowling. Kithea lifted her head and looked around, confused. She quietly stepped out to the entrance of her cave, and searched around for the source of the yowling. She couldn't see anything. Suddenly, she saw her brother, Kurith flying towards her quite quickly. He looked panicked.
"Kithea!" Kurith roared, relieved that she was ok, "Oh thank goodness you're fine!" He tumbled into her cave and didn't notice the white chick in Kithea's nest. He gasped for breath. "What is it?" Kithea asked him, worried.
"Those two-legged mammals that that old dragon was telling us about the other day?" Kurith explained quickly, "Well, they attacked and killed Miroc." Miroc was the biggest and most feared dragon in the mountains. Kurith could see that Kithea was dumb-founded. "I saw it with my own eyes," Kurith went on, "I was hunting and I heard some yelling and roaring. Then I saw the things have a giant web around him, and he had a bunch of sticks in his side. He was bleeding. I think he was dead. He wasn't moving or struggling." Kithea simply stared.
"I just heard them..." she whispered. Her voice became louder, however, in fear, "We have to go! Those things will kill us, too! We're so much smaller than Miroc." She was wide-eyed with panic. She turned to Cynder.
