Swelling and stretching, the dragon's feet began to glow a pinkish color. It confused the large beast as it watched its feet become longer and more paw-like. It wiggled its toes, seeing that they were separating more. It felt strange to the dragon. Was this because of his bull friend?

The dragon looked down at his belly to see the visage of a small minotaur. His back was turned to the dragon, allowing the dragon to see a reflection of his face in the minotaur's shield.

"What are you doing?" The minotaur bellowed, pointing a finger at the dragon's feet. "I said turn him back into a werewolf, not 'make him a feral dragon'!"

The pink pig the dragon remembered making looked up at Tudor and oinked in annoyance. It sounded upset, but the dragon couldn't understand it.

"I warned you NOT to touch his gold!"

The pig oinked again.

"You picked it up when I said to put it down. And the ONLY person who could even remotely change you back, as far as I know, is that DRAGON you just removed the hands from!"

The minotaur put a hand to his snout and huffed. He looked up at the dragon and smiled. "You are a cute, big dragon, are you not?"

The dragon recognized the words 'cute' and 'dragon' and immediately nodded his head. He wanted to pat his belly to show he understood his friend's words, but he found it hard to do... as his arms did not respond the way he hoped. He started to panic.

"It is okay, Knight Wolf!" The minotaur lifted his hands, and the dragon calmed down upon seeing his friend's motion. "I will not let anyone harm you."

The dragon gave a happy growl as he closed his eyes, accepting the fact he couldn't pat his own belly anymore.

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I had to draw more dragon peets. Except, this time, they are more feral!

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