Silverlight Terrace dragons of spring dawning

From in her upper elevations, she'd remained undisturbed but she'd seen the horizon looking so ominous. A storm, which of course she'd noticed before it ever reached them. It'd been a long time since that familiar, distant charge crept up the length of her spine, so she'd watched until the cold and the blowing snows drove her to seek shelter -- cozy and comfortable with her little family warm around her.

When smoke eventually tinted the winds, she sensed a sort of déjà vu. Seeing it rise from somewhere on the faraway shoreline didn't worry her as deeply as when the Plateau had scorched and she'd watched from the Sunspire, but she couldn't help but be reminded anyway. Ultimately, it was of little consequence to her personally. Not even her hunting grounds stretched so far, and only vaguely did she wonder of Stavanger Bay's status, with a few other small curiosities here and there. She still didn't like seeing the ashes fall, or the scent of it lingering distinct on the cold air. Her nose kept a small wrinkle in it all the while.

When her lap of the mountain base began to fan wide, and of course, in the general direction of the smoke, she gave in willingly when meadows flattened below her. Steadily, her trot gained speed although never moved to make haste. Half an ear stayed turned behind her, used to often catching the attention of the pups who could roam so much more now, and she did not deter them as much as she once had. At the base of their mountain, she believed in a good grasp of the land, what it offered, and therefore, safety for her lot.

Although she couldn't say she knew the prints she found not long after the thought occurred, nor the scent of it. The ashes were getting thicker, too. Still she kept going.. faster, now with her sights fully forward and the Spear at her back.

In coming upon the strange billowing beast, she slowed up immediately to preserve their distance. Her head lifted and ears swung forward, curiosity renewed coming in a great rush. She didn't know what it was, what to call it exactly, or why it had come. At first glimpse, it seemed alone. She began with a guided a pathway swinging wide around it, unable to peel her eyes away as she neared.. trying to find the best vantage point to smell it even better, and not mostly the ashes.