"Bastian, what's wrong with you?" Fierce Eagle squatted down and placed it on the ground.
He pressed his right hand on its spine, fearing it would pounce again.
"Roar, roar, roar..." The little Dragon Beast King gnawed on its sharp teeth, a low growl emitting from its throat. It half-crouched, its two front paws scratching at the carpet, making a grating "zzzt, zzzt" sound.
Fierce Eagle frowned at the reaction of the little Dragon Beast King, his heart sank, and his expression became even more solemn. His other hand also pressed down on its body.
His voice was urgent, "Bastian, what on earth is wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"
"Roar, roar..." Bastian growled again, the sound deeper than before, his nostrils puffing out air.
It suddenly stood up, its limbs patting the ground incessantly, appearing extremely agitated, on the verge of becoming enraged.
"Bastian!?"
