He had spent three winters trying to learn the dragon’s language.
It turned out not to be a language at all, but a way of moving: one slow circle for rain, two for hunger, a tilt of the horn toward the valley when it wished to be left alone.
That morning, the ranger raised his hand in greeting.
The dragon copied him with one enormous claw.
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