(While Traversing through a small forest clearing past a more rocky and secluded area, you spot many Drants skittering around, some skittering away in a panic, a heatmor is making a toatal buffet out of a few Durant hills, it turns to look at you mid feast, letting a few more Duarants skitter away. It lets out a small flame from its boutique that looks like a thin fiery tongue before approaching)

You better not be here to stop me, human. I'm starving, so I'm not in the mood to deal with you.