<em>There is but one thing you can never get use to in life. The feeling of the air around you, as it holds up up into the clouds with love or sends you crashing to the ground with hate. </em><strong>Dragoon saying upon teaching a hatchling the ways of flight. </strong><br/><br/>Blaze narrowed his eyes to keep out the midday glare of the sun as he soared over the gathering of were creatures in the valley below. To him they looked like a swarm of ant's looking for food, as they scanned their new home. He could see the trouble that would take place. Each group was breaking apart into different sections. Most likely in an attempt to keep some sense of individually to ones clan or tribe. That would have to stop. The human's were forcing them to come here and it was Dragoon generosity that allowed them to stay. If they didn't accept the fact that they would need to unite for them to survive then they would be lost.<br/><br/>Blaze sighed at the thought. Tilting his wing downwards he lifting the other up he banked in the air in a large 180 degree turn. Allowing himself to see the glory of the valley of Aislin Haven. To humans it would look like nothing more then a ring of mountains rich with gemstone's or a forest ripe for harvest in the human lumber mills. At that very thought an image flashed within his mind of the mountains crumbling down and the forest ablaze. The lake itself had turned red with blood from the were bodies littered around it's shores. A sickening sight that was fixed with a blink of his eyes. But the despair faintly remained.<br/><br/>Knowing such thoughts to be pessimistic Blaze turned his attention to the task at hand. He was to speak to the were creatures and discover their selection of leaders. Each tribe required one and upon selection he would give them their tasks that the needed to have compeleted within a short amount of time. Rewards of some kind would be used to speed the process but only if the task was completed correctly. Some were's had no grasp of what correctly or well done met. A crushed rock for example was a broken rock. But the person wanted to have gravel for his road. An amusing sight to the watcher to see the person explain his action to the were creature only to flee upon enrage the beast within. Such thoughts brought a smile to his jawline as he glided down to the lake below and completed a few aerial laps of it as he thought where it would be best to gather the large mass of were creatures in the election of their leaders.<br/><br/><br/><br/>