Flames licked Morrowseer's dark scales, and flaming rocks rained down as he shielded himself with a starry wing. His black eyes were closed tight, and he listened to the NightWings leaving. He could barely hear a thing besides the volcano, the NightWing's home, erupting. But, he could make out the fresh scents of dragons, though the smell of burning flesh and flames still danced around everywhere near.
Once he knew Starflight and his friends had left, Morrowseer dashed into the tunnel as quick as he could. As he ran through it, a huge puff of smoke and wisps of fire burst out of what was the way into the volcanic island. He ran against the stone wall, using it for support. Because of that, a shadow on the wall, one of the only places without ash, of a NightWing appeared. When the smoke cleared, Morrowseer continued on, and finally exited the tunnel and stood in the rainforest. No dragons seemed to be near, or at least none that he could smell, see, or hear.
The smell of smoke and burning flesh radiated from the huge NightWing's dark scales. Blinking ash out of his eyes, Morrowseer looked at himself. Parts of his wings were burnt, the very tip of his tail had been burnt off, flesh was burnt, and only then did the feeling of extreme pain course through him.
The whole rainforest near him smelled just like him, and he could barely discern the scents. Shaking off the pain, Morrowseer walked forward. He spread his starry wings to fly, but it only caused more pain. Even if he could fly without pain, the burns on his wings were too severe. The membrane was burnt, and some of it was even gone. Cursed volcano.
Morrowseer continued to walk forward, careful to avoid dragons as much as possible. Only one RainWing had seen him so far, and that was probably the best he could do. He scratched a tree, leaving deep clawmarks.
"I need to find those dragonets," he muttered under his breath.
