The sun had set over the great expanse of greenery that made the endless forests of the Ixchel Wilds. A heady summer evening settled in over the lands, leaving them humid and hot. In the wake of the waning sunlight the nighttime creatures awoke, leaving the shelter of their shaded homes to prowl, to hunt, to feast, and to wander. Their life shivered across the air, nightsong filling the spaces between trees and roots and branches, echoing upwards through the canopy.
Stella glided in over a waning updraft of warm air, vision growing hazy from blood loss. She was in pain, she was racked by fear, and she was lost. Soon none of those things would matter, however, if she didn't find somewhere to rest and drink.
A gleam of silver to the south marked a massive lake reflecting the light of a newly risen moon. She followed it, cautious in her approach, and gently drew level with the canopy of trees surrounding the waters. A short circle about and she clumsily touched down upon black-sanded shores. Despite the agony of a broken and shredded back leg, the dragon maintained a tenuous silence.
These lands were unfamiliar and she hadn't any thought as to what sort of predators lurked here; be they man or beast. With luck she would be undisturbed, and so with a short survey and moment to listen, Stella approached the lake and curled her long neck down for a drink.