Chapter 31 - Return to Winterfell (II)
"Happiness is a simple word, but many seek it as a goal in life, but as a man grows older, happiness often comes from family." Aenar Targaryen.
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"You greedy little dragon." Jon watched the small silver and purple dragon with a helpless look.
Dragons liked sheep meat, but where could he get a sheep where he was? Jon would have to hunt to feed this greedy little dragon that loved food more than anything. But when the little creature ate three rabbits and looked at him with innocent golden eyes, the True Prince of Westeros sighed helplessly.
Picking up his bow and dagger, Jon ventured out once more in search of food, thinking of giving the little dragon to Caraxes to take care of. Responsibility? All males in the wild left their young with their mothers, he was doing what nature demanded.
As for what Caraxes would think after hearing his thoughts, Jon didn't care, he would be far away not to talk to an adult dragon full of rage.
An hour later, Jon watched as the small dragon tossed the fourth rabbit into the air with its mouth, releasing a small stream of silver flames with purple lines while the prey was still in the air.
When the prey was completely charred, the little dragon let it fall and ate it with an expression of joy and cruelty. After devouring the fourth rabbit, the little dragon looked at Jon with its golden draconic eyes.
"If you dare to ask for more, I'll try dragon soup today." Seeing the little dragon looking at him, Jon showed a calm expression and spoke in a threatening tone.
The little dragon looked pitiful and approached Jon, sitting on his lap and resting its head on his leg.
Knowing what the dragon wanted, Jon sighed and began to stroke the soft scales, especially under the mouth and behind the head. The little dragon had the most beautiful scales he had ever seen, and when the light from the flames fell on them, they glowed beautifully.