Dragon Fire, Chapter Three
Cur’callim. An alchemist’s ancient mistake. Aggressive beasts that stood at a little less than half the height Vara did herself, with a mangy mix of fur and scales that never failed to make her skin crawl. Their tiny teeth were needle sharp, built for creating puncture wounds designed to bleed their prey dry, and their obscenely long tails--which connected oddly to the membrane of the leathery flaps of skin that stretched along their front legs--were capped with a venomous barb. Despite all that, on their own, they were little more than a nuisance. The problem was that there was never just one of the creatures: they were swarm hunters.