Caraxes' long and lithe form twisted and turned as he restlessly began to clamber across the towers of Harrenhal, his body curling around them like a serpent.

Caraxes' sniffed the air, the sun shining through the cloudy sky. There was a scent in the air, one that made Caraxes frantically search around. He could smell another dragon.

He could not see them due to the clouds, but that didn't stop the shill screech of warning from escaping his enlongated throat.