Sarrus puts a wing over Niphi's back affectionately. "This is my mate, Niphi. She has done a number of expeditions before and will be coming with us."
For a few hours the five drakes talk to each other, discussing everything from fire to territorial boundaries before one by one they retire for the evening, sleeping under the stars.
-- Day two --
The next morning the sun shines down upon the clearing, warming the dragon's backs as they get up. Some in the group choose to embark on a brief hunt and when they are finished eating the five set off, spreading their wings and pushing off into the sky.
After a few minuets of flight they pass a long, thin trench dug in a line crossing their path, signifying the start of the Wastes.
As the group flies further, they begin to see a large plume of smoke rising high up into the sky. After getting a little closer, they see that the smoke is coming from a large forest fire.
Sarrus looks quite taken aback "Its not dry enough for a fire to start here on it's own," he calls out, "Someone must have caused this."
Sure enough, as the group gets closer they can see that the great conflagration before them is formed from a mix of blue and yellow flames, a distinct combination of what could only be dragon fire.
The blaze seems to be growing quickly, already too large for a single drake to tackle and gaining ground in all directions.
"We should try and put this out." Sarrus yells, then says in a quieter voice, "I wander if whoever started this is nearby."