Argos walked through the forest, on his way to Arca to see if he could find some work. It had been ages since he had a job, and he was bored. Life needed excitement. And as if the universe had listened to him for once, he came across a large set of tracks. He knelt down in the grass, and examined the large prints. "Dragon." He spoke softly with a voice slightly awed. He had only seen one dragon before, and that had been in Adela. But here was a wild one. His eyes lit up slightly when he saw fish bones nearby.
He stood up in a hurry and began looking around the forest. He checked all around the tracks, but it looked like the dragon had taken off. Slightly disappointed, he laid down next to the river and looked up through the trees at the sky. He began to stare absentmindedly at the clouds, when movement caught his eye. In the distance, he saw what appeared to be a lone eagle. He smiled; the eagle looked like it was purposefully searching for something. "Silly eagle, there are no other birds in the sky." He said, joking to himself.
