Madison went into the pet shop, looking around for that perfect critter. She couldn't ignore Chastity's musical act, as much as she tried. 80's rock was more her speed anyway.

She went over to the dragon section. Most of the dragons were already to big for her to handle, but one was much smaller. She read the information on the tank, and realized it was already fully grown.

"Does he have a name?"

"No, we usually let our customers come up with the name."

The dragon burped up a clod of soil, then seemed to start clawing a branch that had been placed in the tank. "You're a fighter, aren't you? I think I'll name you... Rocky."