Starch Noodle Cookie expertly scaled a steaming geyser vent at the Dragon's Valley with the ease of a creature born to the wild.

She whistled, a clear, piercing note that cut through the valley's symphony of roars and hisses, and her loyal cabbage pterosaur swooped down from the thermals, landing gracefully beside her.

"What strange tracks these are…" *She murmured, examining a perfectly circular indentation on a patch of soft mud – a modern tire track. Her brow furrowed, slight bewilderment across her face. "The world has certainly grown… different... since the Stock Tribe's slumber..."