Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
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Z'neth swore as he turned Riptor around, sick of this old song and dance routine.
Yet again, Peak had gotten separated from them. This time around, it had likely happened during the confusion caused by an ambush on the Dragon Flyz, led by Fryte and Nocturna. The two mutant lieutenants had been backed by several dozen dark dramen and countless gremwings.
Of course, like usual, no one had noticed until after they'd gotten away from the fight. Since Wing Storm couldn't be found either, then likely he and Peak had been together when they'd gotten separated from the team and hopefully they were still together wherever they currently were.
Growling to himself as he let Riptor fly them to the ambush site, Z'neth entertained the idea of having a kind of leash set up made to tie Wing Storm to one of the other dragons, with a new saddle design that included a belt so as to strap Peak into the saddle.
While he knew neither design would be feasible and both presented numerous problems, it was a great way to distract his stress and anger away from the current situation.