Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

there came no response, so he waited and waited but she never showed. a salmon pick tongue slipped out to nervously lick at his lips as he moved to go look for her. he called out again, this time more desperate than the first, but continued on his path towards where her scent lay strongest.

it took time but he eventually tracked her down to the mouth of a cave. "tzila?", he called out as he took a few step forward and let the shadows envelop him, voice echoing off the cavern walls. he knew she was here, now he just needed to find her.