Let’s not be hasty

I just died, became a dragon, and now am going to seek out people on a continent that hates me? I think not. Let’s get our dragonlegs underneath us first. Heading northward, I soon saw that my legendary crawling was a godsend. Within minutes I was flying through the forest while remaining landbound.

Going at full speed, I was able to easily duck and weave through the dense foliage. Suddenly, I heard movement to my left. Seeing a herd of deer, I pivoted and rushed forward, closing rapidly. Those poor bambi had no time to react before I was there and a whirlwind of claws, teeth, and barbs.

By the time that I had slowed, the herd was well and truly slaughtered, half a dozen dead and the rest fleeing. Well. I’d never had venison before and certainly not raw, but when in Rome…holy crap this is amazing!

I’d lost myself to my gluttonous behavior for a few minutes when my ears picked up another sound.