One step after another, Elvis walked alongside his little warrior as they headed to the small mountain where they always hang out.
Once in a while, he would shake his big head and let out an irritated hiss, making the girl know that he was not getting any better.
"Just a little more. Grandmama Monique said the fresh air will be good for you. You will be fine soon." She encouraged, running her hands along its scaly body.
Her small legs were moving at a half-run pace, trying to keep up with the dragon, when in reality, the dragon was walking slowly to match her pace and not leave her behind.
Although Elvis was born on the same day as her, he was already multiple times bigger than she was.
As soon as they got to the foot of the mountain, Elvis gave up. He dropped down to a lying position, resting his body against a tree.
