The Doctor simply smiled at her. “It’s alright,” he said softly, a phrase the creature was quickly becoming familiar with. With slow, careful movements, he approached her with a gentle hand extended for her to sniff. Neither his scent or his demeanor raised any major red flags for the creature, so she relaxed a hair. That was all the Doctor needed.
“I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, looking the dragon straight in the eye. “And I’m gonna take you home.”
Bowman’s eyes widened and he actually took his eyes off the creature to twist around and look the Doctor in the face. “You’re not serious,” he blurted, almost demanded to be true. But there wasn’t a sign of a joke in the Doctor’s expression, and Bowman threw him a look that said if things weren’t so dire, he’d be bopping him right on the forehead that second.
One second, Bowman flew through the trees, dodging around branches and trunks in an effort to lose the thing pursuing him. It was persistent. Every time he was certain it was left behind, the thing crashed forward faster than it should be able to on powerful legs, trying to catch up to him.
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