Grumble Volcano was as hot, volcanic, and burning as many would expect, but what one wouldn't expect was the abnormally large number of Draglets that were flying everywhere, both in and out of the huge sprawling red volcanoes. Dry Bowser watched from the top of the Grumble Volcano itself as he shook his head.
"These small winged dragons, they must be attracted by the molten magma," Dry Bowser observed as he rubbed his skeletal chin with his right skeletal hand. "Otherwise, why would they be here?"
"Last time I checked, these Draglets are all migrating through this area," R.O.B. stated as he appeared behind Dry Bowser.
Dry Bowser murmured as he folded his skeletal arms together. "And pray tell, how long have you been here?"
"Long enough to tell a pattern when I see it." R.O.B. replied as he moved his mechanical arms about. "It seems as if these guys are going from place to place, as if they're following something..."
As soon as R.O.B. confirmed that, the Draglets all exited the volcanoes they were in as they headed westward, all of them sticking close to each other.
"Huh. You may be right." Dry Bowser commented as he moved his skeletal arms about, facing R.O.B. "Well, I better go and check on them, to see what's up."
R.O.B. nodded in response, watching Dry Bowser jump into the molten magma below as he watched the skeletal reptile swim through the lava with ease, following the Draglets from below.
