<span style="font-style: italic">After making her introductions on the beach, Maelstromme excused herself from the others and took to the air once again. The day had grown longer and hunger began to gnaw at her belly. She was also curious to see more of the island from the air as well. Gliding along making little sound, the aged dragoness took mental note of the varied animals the island had to offer.  The place seemed massive and the terrain was vast and wondrously varied in all types of game. As she continued on her flight she noted a large herd of Ornox, which resembled an over sized and more primitive buffalo, something Maelstromme had not seen in the realms of men for a long time. She could hear the rumble of the earth under their feet even from her vantage point in the air. <br/><br/>As they ran, a wide grin spread over her large maw. She would feast well today! Maelstromme followed the large herd from the air and singled one of them out, cutting it from the rest of them and giving chase. It was a young bull, large and strong. She liked to hunt these creatures because it was worth the effort and they always made for a wonderful chase! It gave her a marvelous run for her money before she expertly picked it off and unceremoniously broke its neck in mid air. She then found a nice rock outcropping to rest on and enjoy her meal in peace.<br/><br/>As she enjoyed her feast, she thought of the others and smiled inwardly to herself. She had questions just as they did, but those would be answered in time. Dragons were a patient breed of creature and did things in their own way, she was certain the old one of the mountain was no different in this aspect. She would enjoy herself and bide her time as she always did.</span>