After flying through the night for hours, White-Fire finally landed. They all came down, set to catch a good sleep before the sun rose up. It was still quite dark, so they could get a few hours worth of rest.
"What was that beast anyway?" Astrid asked Jareth. She pulled her cloak and spread it on the floor before laying down.
"What were those beast!" He corrected. "That was the Dendrigma. It has the body of a lion, two heads of a deer and scales of a dragon. They spit out a poisons fluid when they fight, it corrodes whatever thing it touches. Also it has the strength of a lion."
"Okay, but... "
"That's not all there is about them, problem is that they move in pack of four. One on one, it is no match for a big white tiger-pheonix beast, but together, they pose a good threat. Besides, it is tired from all the flying and has not fully recover. Even if we joined in the fight, it would still be hard."
"Ohh, I see. Let's get some rest then. We can't fight them if we are so tired."
