Very few dared to venture across the deserts of Wilt'no, which left the budding clan of the Spire in relative safety. They had been allowed to grow and prosper undisturbed in the ancient cavern system, but a safe past didn't have to mean a safe future. No one knew that as well as the dragons of the Guards, those charged with the foremost defense of the clan by way of early warning.
Warin was at his post as always, statue still wrapped around the point of jagged rock that rose just before the bridge to the main entrance of the Spire. Many would have mistaken him for a statue carved and bleached from the red stone if not for the flicker of his eyes and flame tail. He had been tasked years ago with watching this spot by day and had never failed to take such a duty seriously.
The Primal's gaze shifted skyward to the winding shapes of flying Paragon above his head and snorted. They all had jobs to do, sure, and for some, such flying was their job. By the formations he could vaguely pick out, he guessed they were the Air Scouts on drill before breaking out for their own patrol. Good; as far as he was concerned, the Guards could use all the help keeping an eye around here as they could get.
There was a reason for his tensions. Between the Hunters and Gatherers always ranging far and wide in search of food and supplies as usual and three of the leaders gone, right now was one of the most stressful moments of his time at this job. The Spire had never been without its leaders for the entire time he had lived in the mountain, and now he was on high alert.
Warin was at his post as always, statue still wrapped around the point of jagged rock that rose just before the bridge to the main entrance of the Spire. Many would have mistaken him for a statue carved and bleached from the red stone if not for the flicker of his eyes and flame tail. He had been tasked years ago with watching this spot by day and had never failed to take such a duty seriously.
The Primal's gaze shifted skyward to the winding shapes of flying Paragon above his head and snorted. They all had jobs to do, sure, and for some, such flying was their job. By the formations he could vaguely pick out, he guessed they were the Air Scouts on drill before breaking out for their own patrol. Good; as far as he was concerned, the Guards could use all the help keeping an eye around here as they could get.
There was a reason for his tensions. Between the Hunters and Gatherers always ranging far and wide in search of food and supplies as usual and three of the leaders gone, right now was one of the most stressful moments of his time at this job. The Spire had never been without its leaders for the entire time he had lived in the mountain, and now he was on high alert.