Sharpy was too fast, her lean frame slipping through the gaps of the crowd like a venomous snake navigating through grass.
The redhead heard the wet slices, the panicked screams of her siblings, and the frantic pounding of Sharpy's footsteps closing the distance. She looked back, her eyes widening as she saw the serrated blade raised high, catching the cold starlight of the summit.
Sharpy's gaze was locked entirely on her. The malice radiating from those eyes was suffocating.
"I'll gut you right here, you red pig!"
Sharpy bellowed, lunging forward with a desperate, flying leap, the tip of the carving knife aimed directly at the redhead's exposed back.
The heat of the blood was right there, kissing her face. The pool of spilling dragon blood rippled just inches from her outstretched hands. But the cold, metallic scent of the stolen carving knife was closer.
