Scrap trotted along beside the Big One, uncertain why they had gone so far from home out here into the spooky woods he had never before been allowed to enter. The terse, emotionless expression on the face of his guide made it, patently, clear he did not wish to discuss the matter with the puppy.
The Big One had become very quiet and moody of late and nothing Scrap could do seemed to drag him out of his dolorous mood and back to the carefree days of the not-so-distant past.
At length, the Big One stopped and fixed his small friend with a steely glare, before informing him their…association was at an end and Scrap would need to make alternative arrangements for his future.
Scrap stood in stunned disbelief as the Big One took wing and sailed away, unwilling…unable to believe a dragon and a puppy could simply not be lifetime companions.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: companion.