Tumbling, with his wings tucked he righted himself and landed heavily on the ground, wings spread to soften the blow. He grinned, amused and pleased to have his game taken up. Bushy tail curled high over his back he bolted towards the opened center, wings half open. This was a simple pleasure, he knew there were many who wanted what he had here, a simple happiness.<br/><br/>He spotted her, watching to the sky and slunk further to the left, away from the cliff face. Darting out he nipped her back leg as he shot past, wing brushing her side, tail running under her chin as he carried on his forward momentum. In a moment he was bounding and did take to the sky. Wings pumping he let out another other wordly howl, head thrown back as he climbed altitude.<br/><br/>Breaking through the tree cover he watched the last moments of the sun as it sunk, and he drifted down. Eyes and ears scanning like radar, waiting to find game, or danger. There was not much for them, but it still existed. Dragons could be flying, and you needed to be careful.