Holy Fuck! A Dragon!

...Is the most common thing you hear as you fly swiftly over the endless landscape of fields and open farmland. Commonfolk look up and point as your mighty figure swoops over the land and cower as you beat your powerful wings. ”A dragon indeed,” you think as you think about where you are going to settle down for the night. You have no land of your own and you have no idea what types of dragons live in this area either.

You see a formidable rock formation on top of a hillside in the distance. Perhaps a cave could be found over there.

There are also a few trees clumped at the base of the hill. At least there you would be comfortable.

You could always just spend the night here in the fields with the cattle and terrified farmers. At least you wouldn’t have to go hunting for a snack.