The rainforest was quiet except for the rustling of leaves, toucans cawing, and the sounds of cicadas and crickets as they chirped. You trotted forwards before coming to a stop. There was a slight hissing sound and you whipped around. A RainWing suddenly appeared from the leaves, their scales bright red with highlights of orange. His maw was open with his canines pointed forwards, about to spew his melting venom on you, but he didn’t. It was more of a warning than anything.