Finding a new home was a tough job.
Scorch was not accustomed to to humid weather like this. All the water in the atmosphere made his feathers damp and heavy, so flying was difficult. The heat didn't really bother him- as a fire breathing dragon, he was able to withstand hot temperatures- but the stickiness was uncomfortable. Still, he had to bear it. He had to find a place for his fellow dragons to live.
A long time ago, they inhabited a land named Goldenrock. But when an Ice Age came down on them and killed many dragons, they fled to an island in the middle of the sea, Dracoria. Now, after a series of earthquakes that sunk the island, Dracoria was in danger of being totally flooded. The leaders of the dragons had decided to send Scorch to investigate potential territories to move into, and the Tengel Rainforest was just one stop on his long, lonely quest.
Presently, Scorch was getting tired. He had been flying for half an hour, and the weather was making him woozy. He decided to descend and dropped down to the forest floor in a slow spiral. He landed in a patch of soft moss and glanced around. There were lots of tropical plants, of course, and he could see some fruits growing on the trees, but as a carnivore, he couldn't eat those. And no prey seemed to be in sight. With a drawn out sigh, Scorch began trekking through the jungle, looking for a comfortable spot to rest, something to eat, and some body of water to drink from.