Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

"Mmm," he hummed aloud as Amekaze's judgment fell upon him. He had no way of either confirming nor denying the privacy of Dragonwatchers after he left but they must not have made too much of a ruckus; all evidence toward their existence was limited to the words of strangers. There were no monuments or straggling members. It was him and him alone...the final testament to the Dragon's were ever around to begin with.

Her wayward comment of the area's frequent coming and goings made him smile wryly. "You and me both sister," he agreed with a fervent nod. "My parents were born and raised in the same place...my litter was the first to ever leave. Maybe we're the newest generations of vagabonds." When she looked down he looked up and out instead...tracing the contours of the land around them. "I think I really do like it here though," he murmured. "If I can't find my home I'll make one again...and this time I won't run just because I start balding from the stress."

set by Emy