Janelle was flying through the sky as the sun began setting over the horizon. The oranges and yellows were reflecting on her blue scales, giving off an iridescent look across the length of her body. Word had gotten out of a clan being attacked with the hopefulness of one survivor; and in an effort to help, she left for a trip. The forest was below her and she found the perfect area to land, and with that decision she pulled her wings close to her body and tilted downward into a fast dive, with the wind hitting her face. She made it near the tops of the trees and opened her wings to stop, flapping them to stabilize, and transformed into her dragon hybrid form to slowly hover to the bottom. Once she landed, she got rid of her wings, keeping her identity hidden, and snapped her fingers, bringing forth a bow and arrow both of which she swung around her torso. A small wind pushed its way through the trees, gracefully moving her hair across her face. She took in a big breathe, smelling the green forest, before she took off.<br/><br/>Janelle broke into a run, her footsteps light footed across the forest floor, until she caught scent of a nearby dragon. She stopped, noticing the dragon ten trees away and decided to reside in a tree herself. She jumped, thrusting hard, and grabbed onto the lowest branch, hoisting herself up and climbing up a few more branches before settling in.<br/><br/>Janelle linked her mind to the young dragon slowly, giving her thoughts of comfort, as to not startle her.<span style="font-style: italic">Hello young one. What are you doing out here all by yourself?</span>She thought telepathically, though with thoughts of her own, wondering if this was the one survivor the dragons were discussing.