With a low huff the skydancer landed among the blackened trees. He knew the clan lay low here somewhere, but he truly didn’t expect the female banescale barreling out of the trees at him. Her scales looked like they were made of pure void, eyes a golden hue, matching the gold in her scales that shimmered in the sun leaking through the canopy. She bowled him over with a yelp of surprise, and the two rolled over eachother a few dragon-lengths before thumping against a tree. The dragoness was even more terrifying up close, hovering over him. Hovering... she was hovering. Sticking out a talon, she grinned proudly and said in an unfamiliar, but heavy accent, “My name is Brenhinol. You are lost.”

“I don’t know my name.” He said to her, and pulled himself up. Her talons were cold as ice and hot as lava both at the same time, and the grin she wore looked to be made of stardust. She was trouble. Brushing himself off, he offered her one last curious look and turned away.

Unbeknownst to him, the dragoness of void, gold, and stardust smiled to herself and thought, ‘I think we will get along.’

Erin stared down the wooded path, watching the trees for any sign of movement. A shift in the bushes caught his eye, and he shot his bow, hitting a Basilisk. It let out a squawk before quickly falling to the ground. "That should be enough hunting for today," he said, picking up the creature before heading back for the day.

As he landed in the clan site, he heard a commotion towards the training quarters. Curiously concerned, he put down his prey into the hoard and went to the training quarters. Low and behold, it was Burnley, up to his usual mischief. The wildclaw laughed as he dashed at the inexperienced imperial, slashing her snout with his sharp claws. She drew back to tend to her wound, unaware of Burnley inching toward her. 'I have to stop this,' Erin thought to himself, placing his bow and arrows down. Burnley threw himself at the imperial, planning to hit her when she was down, but was stopped halfway by a very upset Erin. "BURNLEY, this is a new low, even for you," he said, flexing his wings to their max. "These are the training quarters, not a combat pit!" Burnley scowled at him and lashed his tail, "Don't act all high and mighty with me! Just because you're a higher rank doesn't mean your words overload my own. I SHOULD BE IN YOUR POSITION, YOU MATELESS, INFURIATING FREAK-" A loud thud stops him right in his tracks. "THAT'S ENOUGH. Both of you, go to my cave." Yorik, the leader, says as he turns to the imperial. "Alexandria, go to the medic's cave. You'll find something for your snout." The imperial flinches and replies with a small, "Y-yes sir!" before scurrying away towards the medic. "Well, I don't see either one of you moving, go, NOW," he roars. Erin grabs his bow and arrows before hurrily making his way towards the cave alongside Burnley. 'I hope this ends well...'