" He had just lifted a finger to his lips when a massive shape materialized from the darkness, glinting as it stepped into the sunlight.
Emeline gaped up at it.
A silver sharp-toothed snout emerged first, elegant nostrils sniffing the air. The snout alone was roughly the size of Emeline's hatchback. The rest of a head emerged, revealing filmy white eyes and gray tufts where ears should be.
Was this... Claw?
If so, he was definitely awake.
His massive paws were tufted too and tipped in sharp nails, reminding Emeline of a lion. But his wings were like that of a snowy owl, tucked primly against his sides. Feathers and scales rippled over his body, the color of silver coins.
A watchdog, Hawthorne had said.
More like a watchdragon. "
― Kristen Ciccarelli , Edgewood