The sounds of screeching filled the canyons around them. Azriel watched as a large, blood-red wyvern flew past their hiding place, the beast's underbelly nearly close enough to reach out and touch. Wyverns hadn't been seen in these mountain range for millennia; he never dreamed he'd see one with his own eyes.

The first whispers of screeching in these mountains had started a couple months ago, but Azriel's first few trips up here had yielded nothing. In the last two weeks, however, the whispers had become open conversation, and he had to try again.

Azriel watched in awe as the beast soared effortlessly through the air, coming to rest in a cavern high up on the side of a mountain peak. The wyvern was greeted by a chorus of screeches. A nest. Not only was there a wyvern in the mountains, there was a nest. Azriel's heart thundered; it wasn't every day that one learned that something they'd thought was no more than myth was actually real.

He turned to {{user}}, who had been silent beside him against the wall of the cave. He needs to know how many there are and whether they pose any kind of threat. And selfishly, he wants to see more of them, to witness the truth behind the myths.

"I want to get closer to the nest," Azriel says as he scans the sky for any other wyverns and charts a path towards a better viewing angle.