Fannar barks out a laugh. “Yeah, you can say that. Nests tend to do that for some dragons.” Taking the paper, he reads…
Just in time for Solaire to make his joke. Horrendous, yet it makes the Wildclaw laugh again, doubly so when that Skydancer over there silently expresses displeasure.
“Oh, these ones. Don’t worry, one of the dragons back home has one. Maybe…” …No, Fannar probably can’t borrow Kolya’s Flameback Slink for assistance with tracking. That thing’s only
marginally less volatile compared to the Coatl. Willingly subjecting himself to two forms of screeching? Absolutely not! “I’ll be out for a bit. Oughta make sure I don’t hunt on a trail gone cold.”
His words truly were ironic.
The Ashfall Waste is a steady land with its blistering heat, casting Fannar’s bright scales in orange light wherever he goes. No trail will truly be cold here if one thinks about it in a literal manner. It also means that it’ll prove more difficult to track in the first place, had the creature in mind not been on the rarer side. A Flameback Slink should have a pretty unique trail once found; Fannar had made sure to look into it.
It takes him a few days of traveling. Fannar’s rest has been invaded by the sounds of hammers on metal, the sizzle of lava, and the whoosh of heavy smoke. Like always, he moves on.
A dragon gives him the answers he needs, and he wastes no time speeding off on hind claws that hardly disturb loose rubble, Lightning eyes intent on the prize. His nose isn’t of much help here thanks to how long it’s been since his last visit, so it’s going to be all about what he can see…
And what he can hear.
The faint pitter-patter of a quadruped’s footfall matching the tempo of swaying crackles is the giveaway. The creature is quick; Fannar is ready.
A grunt, a swing, and his capture net lands right over the Flameback Slink before it can zig-zag away, fire crackling uselessly against fireproof material.
“Gotcha! You’re coming back with me.” Briefly, Fannar wonders what exactly is done with the bounties — but hey, that’s not his business. His business right now is to bring the
captured Flameback Slink up to Star Station.
Back again at
Crescent Vulture. So many choices, yet only one slip for redemption. Bah, if only he could just contact Nephele! Fannar is about to groan when he notices an arrangement of… aha! Standards! The Divine Shrine is primarily under the Windsinger’s eyes, yet they don’t have something like this.
“Excuse me. I’ll take this one here.” Even if nobody carries around, there's always putting it on display!