It seemed that Galos was somewhat irritable and displeased at this moment.
Samantha shrank back and said no more, turning to leave.
Galos lay back down, his massive wings spread open, his dragon tail drooping, squinting his eyes, enjoying a rare moment of serene rest, quietly basking in the sun.
A few days later.
The sun's rays dyed the sky a dark golden color, and the fierce wind howled through the jagged rocks, kicking up fine sand and gravel.
Galos folded his wings, hovering silently among the drifting clouds and winds, his Dragon Eyes gazing intently downward, overlooking the hills below.
A herd of Thunder Horned Sheep was reflected in his vision, grinding their horns against the large rocks around them.
These creatures, resembling rocky sheep, had massive curved horns on their heads that were entwined with flickering electric light. Every time they bowed their heads to rub against the rocks, tiny electric arcs would burst forth.
