Galos stretched his wings, spiraling upwards through the air shrouded in the night.
The air currents above Needleleaf Valley carried the distinctive pungent smell of sulfur.
Adjusting altitude.
Letting the shadow cast by the Dragon Wings skim over the treetops without disturbing the creatures below.
Galos lowered his gaze, peering down to see the Violent Bears in the valley, either napping or scratching their backs against the rough, hard rocks.
Möbel, the new Bear Leader, was currently nestled among the mother bears.
Rubbing his head, licking their fur, building relationships with the mother bears.
He saw Samantha sticking her butt up, teasing ants, playing a childish and immature game.
Amused yet content by himself.
He noticed Elf Dragon Vera lying on the tree branches, her wings and tail drooping as she slept unsteadily, seemingly about to fall at any moment but never quite doing so, tempting one to give her a little push.
