Azare had been wary of the other dragon age that hah felt not too long ago, but his caution soon proved to be just a small thing as that dragon apparently decided that it was not worth his time. And that of course leaned the scales in his favor. One difference that Azare had than other his age and strength, was that he was not above going out of his way to investigate, for he learned that investigation could lead to rather serendipitous situations. This time was no different. Besides the great wyrm himself, he seemed to be one of the rather older ones. This helped him in many ways. While he could probably fight toe to toe with another his age, two or more of them would be a bother. And if they knew who he was, which was possible because of his nasty habits, then of course that would bring further complications. That brought up the second advantage. The dragons here were far too young to know who he was, except possibly a story, and the great wyrm was old enough that he was still quite young when she was flying the skies.<br/><br/>As he circled, he saw plenty of good candidates. In the distance he could make out a great white shape. A white dragon? Good, good... Besides the obvious trophies, scales themselves were quite well prized for armors and such, as well as decoration on carriages and ships. Such a beautiful ivory gleam was always prized his such matters, and it was a strong material. That was a viable target. His eyes moved down and scanned the crowd, and a bit of a glint caught his eye. The silver hide of the Great Wyrm was indeed quite lovely. Impossible to harvest of course, but if he could, it would indeed be quite a prize. It was possible, of course, if he could kill her. Though he knew that such harvesting would take quite a bit of heat, even with his volcanic nature. With a shake of his head he moved onto the next one, a red dragon. A viable target as well. Reds especially were valuable trophies. Though few became so, those who were were usually mounted above a mantle, while lords would lie about how they got it, farcing great battles with the beasts.<br/><br/>With a nod, he had his marks, and he decided to make himself, known, landing rather softly on the ground before scratching away the grass where he landed and sitting down in it, his eyes focusing on the silver one before he sent her a nod.<br/><br/>"A pleasant grove."