I reached out, my palm flat against Damar's side. The scales were smooth and cool, like polished marble, but I could feel the ripple of immense power just beneath the surface.
There's a reason why it's so hard that it can carve rocks.
Fenric was unusually quiet. He looked at Damar's massive form with a newfound respect—his ruby eyes wide as he took in the sheer scale of the silver serpent.
I wonder if big animals look at bigger animals and say, "You're the boss now." Just because they're bigger.
Hm, if it's the law of the jungle, I don't think so. Wild animals like tigers, lions, and leopards aren't cowards, even if their opponent happens to be ten times their size.
They would rather overpower the opponent with numbers than foolishly take it on by themselves and lose. It's not a cowardly move, it's called tactical. Even animals know that.
Those animals have that much pride that they can't afford to lose.
But what I'm seeing in Fenric's eyes right now is indeed respect.
