The little wolf was young, after all. Adam's cruelty had broken something in him; he had forgotten his earlier toughness and resolve, forgotten even his strange hatred of dragonkind, and a weak, pleading line like that had actually slipped out of him.
But he had forgotten. Adam had not.
"Why do you hate dragonkind?" Adam asked again.
The little wolf cut off his weeping at once and answered, "Dragonkind are the betrayers. They betrayed the world when *# invaded, they betrayed *# when our ancestors decided to seal the dimensional rift, and in the end they betrayed our ancestors after the covenant was signed."
The words were few, but the little wolf's tone grew calmer and calmer. He was sure he was going to die; the thing before him was a dragon, and no dragon alive would be pleased to hear what he had just said. Since he was dead anyway, he might as well say all of it: "Dragonkind are the vilest race in the world — lazy, gluttonous, cruel, faithless..."