He growled, trying to talk, trying to warn her away. He tried to scream, it came out as a roar that shook snow from the trees around them. One large clump landed right on his head.

The final straw.

With a rage of pure fury, his eyes a vibrant liquid gold, the scales exploded outward in a whirlwind as he grew. Expanded. Transformed. The tree beside him took the worst of the damage, his bulk uprooting it, his wing felling it. His tail scored a gash into a tree behind him, and then he was there, covered here and there with snow, somewhere in size between a minivan and a small house, a very VERY angry fire breathing dragon.