The night wind rustled through the branches, making a rustling sound, casting long shadows on the ground.
The moonlight, filtered through the leaves, fell on Galos' scale armor, creating scattered patches of light.
His sturdy body pushed through the shrubs, claws pulling apart the vines, following the scent of blood in the air, he stopped searching after a few minutes.
He fixed his gaze.
A small severed piece of Snake Dragon Tail lay quietly on the ground, with green Dragon Blood seeping from the cut, corroding all surrounding stones and branches. A pool of green liquid formed around the severed tail, bubbling as it continued to erode outward.
"Poison hidden in the blood, why doesn't it poison itself?"
Galos pinched the severed tail and lifted it, then flapped his Dragon Wings to soar into the sky, heading back towards Needleleaf Valley.
This time, he came out to investigate his 'neighbors'.
