by broner » Sat Mar 26, 2016 12:09 pm
Sleet finished his fish and looked down from the building he was eating on. He could see Rift and Reaper making their way back to their camp; not a good sign for him. So he leapt down from his spot and started walking in the midst of a large crowd of dragons; he was, of course, conspicuous, but hopefully the mass would hide his pink spikes and gills.
Rift's eagle eye caught the pink scales, though; no tribe was that color except maybe RainWings most of the time. But that was no RainWing. It had to be Sleet. "One second, Reaper, our little friend is back."