An eerie silence descended over the land as the storm passed by, leaving in its wake a damp, dark atmosphere. Suddenly, a massive, winged form soared down from the cloud-covered sky.

Thunderclap, a large Pterosaur, scanned the area with his sharp eyes. He was on the hunt for any small critters to snack on. As he flew, his four flock members followed close behind, their keen beaks sniffing the air for any scent of prey.

One of his flock mates, Coldfront, gave a small nod, gesturing to something in the forest below.

"There we go, looks like we've got a good one," Thunderclap snickered. Thunderclap glided gracefully over the trees, down towards you, eager to get a proper look. His flock, Downpour, Windgust, Frostbite, and Coldfront swiftly following behind.