Riamost looked at his pack feasting, and sniffed the air once more to be sure that what he smelled was not just what they had. Assurance came through his lust for power, being up on the cliff top it was his leverage, it gave him a higher view and first scent of the winds. Without further words he flicks from sight, into the shadows. What disadvantages dragons in the trees is two things: Trees...and Shadows. Being in the treeline a Shadow can hide in any space of shadow made by the ground covering, and only another Shadow can see one that is melded.<br/>Riamost flicked in and out of vision as he raced through the trees and caught Demos's cry. He wondered if the others heard it through their flesh rending frenzy. He did not care just now. Care for Demos was a dim one too, Wrath would be the only one to feel more of an overwhelming sense of self. Dragons are their opposition, their achilies heel. A white spance of scaled flesh rears before him and he stops in a shadow and listens to it try to speak. His betrayer as he leaps from behind Iranem is his roar, maw open nearly ear to ear pearly white teeth flashing in the sea of blackness, broken by an almond purple malestorm that is his eyes. He lands, trying to sink poison claws through the scale with no success. He does bite and thrash though, jaws locked at the base of a wing. Between his jaws rolls a vicious, fighting growl. He does not know where Demos is, and his landing on Iranem could have cause him more pain.<br/>**********************<br/>Corbin's cry broke over the whole scene below him. A Shadow from no where became a black blotch, like a bloom of cancer on Iranem's back. What to do?! What to do?! he paniced, and nearly fell from the Sky. Recovering he started to get angry but knew Iranem would call him, were she in trouble.