In the middle of the clearing stood a huge dark blue dragon, wicked rows of spikes adorning the length of its spine all the way to the neck and the horns. Instead of a normal tip, the tail ended with rounded bone covered in even more spikes, similar to a morning star. But the most eye-catching thing was the rider nestled on a throne-like saddle between the spikes at the base of the neck. Pitch black armour, adorned with a single white direwolf head on the breastplate, made his blood chill.