I made my way toward the stables, where my wyvern was kept.
The structure was large, reinforced with thick beams and stone to accommodate his size. The air there was warmer, heavier, carrying the scent of hay, meat, and a creature far from ordinary.
Draken was inside.
As expected, he was sleeping.
Curled comfortably in his space, massive body rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. When I wasn't riding him, this was how he spent most of his time. He was sleeping, eating, and doing very little else.
Given his size, his diet was exactly what one would expect. I regularly bought meat for him, enough to satisfy both his hunger and his temperament. Since becoming mine, he had grown noticeably healthier.
And heavier.
"Draken, wake up," I called.
One large eye cracked open, followed by a low snort that clearly expressed his annoyance at being disturbed.
"It's time to eat," I said calmly.
That changed everything.
