Saranshal swept down to earth again from flight, folding her wings to her sides as she lit on the shore of Sky Lake. The charizard's big-clawed feet left deep prints in the damp earth, wingbeats flattened the grass around her with harsh gusts of air. Sar sighed, stretching her short arms contentedly. It was a good day to go flying.

Sar looked around for a moment, trying to think of something to occupy herself with while she gave her wings a break. She wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty, there was nowhere she needed to be. That was one of the perks of being a solitary apex predator, you had a lot of free time.

CRASH!

The charizard's horned head shot up and toward the trees up the lakeshore from her, trying to figure out what, or who, had made the sound.