Jormodo stalked through the forest and valley in the foothills near the spine.
He brushed through the trees with ease, keeping his head down below the tree line and being careful to not knock too many trees over with his passing.
All in all if any were watching he was painting a comical picture of a destructively large white dragon trying to tiptoe through the forest, though he was doing a deceptively good job, in spite of his size and the obvious trail his prints left, he was moving absolutely quietly through the forest, not scraping against a single tree.
He was making his way quietly to a cave where he learned was the lair of a giant serpent that was rumored to be skilled in magic.
He wanted to see this snake for himself and discern whether she were a threat to humans now or could be in the future.
He kept his wings folded close to his body and his tale was low and sliding against the ground to keep it from causing destruction haphazardly.
He brushed through the trees with ease, keeping his head down below the tree line and being careful to not knock too many trees over with his passing.
All in all if any were watching he was painting a comical picture of a destructively large white dragon trying to tiptoe through the forest, though he was doing a deceptively good job, in spite of his size and the obvious trail his prints left, he was moving absolutely quietly through the forest, not scraping against a single tree.
He was making his way quietly to a cave where he learned was the lair of a giant serpent that was rumored to be skilled in magic.
He wanted to see this snake for himself and discern whether she were a threat to humans now or could be in the future.
He kept his wings folded close to his body and his tale was low and sliding against the ground to keep it from causing destruction haphazardly.