Sleeping Dragon ch-ch-ch-changes

@Magpie

The mountain had not changed much since the arrival and dispersal of the bugs. Not to Seregryn's limited knowledge, anyways. She was so enthralled by the lingering creatures - as well as the dead ones - that she didn't really investigate the territory upon her return. She didn't even wash the scattered remains of the insects off of her body; instead, she wore their grimey innards like badges of honor, parading about with immense glee. Seregryn took turns chasing any lingering bugs, or she busied herself with finding the dead ones and chowing down on them, letting her belly fill up with their mucus-like meat; she was scampering from one end of the territory to the other, and was in such a rush with her enthusiasm that she didn't really pay attention to where she was going, and thus when she rounded a bend in the ridge, she smacked right in to a dark figure, and crumpled to the ground with a snort.