Nikidabekicatin

Why didn't I kill it?  I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill.  Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me.  I could have snapped its neck like a twig.  Almost did, too.  But I didn't. I should have.  It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention.  I could hardly fly.  Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is.  Our wings are everything.  Hello, wolves?  Panthers?  Vikings?  Other dragons?  Dead Night