Capitano huffed quietly as his footsteps crunched under snow and twigs, his forearm over where his eyes remained, blocking them from the biting cold of the snow storm. He grunted softly, nearly falling as he stepped on ice. He was close, now. He was sure of that now. He had made this trip thousands of times, after all.

Capitano soon reached the summit of the large Snezhnayan cliff, seeing the snowy landscape below as the raging snow finally calmed. He could see the palace from here, where he and the other harbingers lived. He enjoyed it. As much as he could, at least. He raised his head and took a breath, grasping a horn on his hip. He brought it to his lips and blew, the sound echoing through the skies. He took a few steps back, closing his eyes.

Then, he heard a familiar shriek and rumbling snarl echo through the clouds before a massive beast dove down and perched atop the cliff infront of Capitano, roaring and chittering proudly. Capitano chuckled softly, reaching forward to pat his draconian companion.

“Mn.. You’re fine, you’re fine. It’s just us, beast.”

He whispered soothingly as he began checking the straps on his dragon saddle, making sure nothing was torn.