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LionWolf's Clan

Lesser Lair

on the

Zephyr Steppes

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Clan Freefall of the Whiplash Plateau

The winds howl around the young fledgling Clan as they cling tight to their cliffs, staring upwards. One dragon moves to leap - but hesitates. Roaring gusts threaten to rip the dragons from the rock and send them tumbling down to the steppes below.

The Whiplash Plateau sits on the edge of the Zephyr Steppes, and certainly isn't for the faint of heart with its narrow, crumbling ledges and thundercrack gale-force winds. Here, it's flight or death. To scale the cliffs is a challenge worthy of only the strongest and most skilled flyers. At the top sits an expanse of land sheltered from the winds by a dense crop of bamboo stems, abundant in fertile land and hardy little flowers, and with one of the most breathtaking views in the entire Steppes.

The dragon to the right of the hesitant one snorts in derision, nudging his companion impatiently and loosing their claws a little more from the vertical earth.

"Come on, it's now or never. I'll go with you, you know. On three."

At these words, the two exchange glances - the first dragon nervous, the second grimly confident. It's a struggle to stay attached to the cliff.

"One."

Wings unfurl, and they both look up towards the flowers hanging tauntingly over the top edge hundreds of feet above. Their grip is slipping now. A tentative look downwards proves that this is their only chance.

"Two..."

Deep breaths. Extend for flight. Release claws and...

"Three!"