He grinned, knowing that the green was likely as confused as she had ever been, and frankly didn't care, as only a plane walker could understand. He turned toward the mountains, and considered his best strategy, before deciding that his personal dragon species would be best for avoiding conflict, if only because their insane flying speed and maneuverability would allow him to avoid conflict. He stretched out, ruffling his wings for a moment, before teleporting to the mountains, and immediately noticing that something was wrong.<br/><br/>The first hint was the relatively dim light, probably in a cave.<br/><br/>The second hint was that he definitely was NOT alone in the teleport area.<br/><br/>The third hint was the multiple gold dragonesses pushing their children behind them, and dropping into combat crouches.<br/><br/>He looked around, and heaved a massive sigh, before facepalming himself hard enough that the noise echoed. "Note to self, find and have a long talk with Fate upon return to lair."<br/><br/>He sighed again and looked up. "Umm, yeah, I know this LOOKS bad, but can we just call this a teleport error, and work from there? I will happily teleport outside, as long as I have enough time and no one tries to flame me."<br/><br/>He was casting about, using his vision to note locations and whatnot, but in reality he was a bit distracted by all that gold dragoness flesh around him, and also getting a quick hatchling count at the same time.