She was pretty sure she was lost. It was hot, humid, and everything seemed foreign. Walking along, Masika wondered how she'd gotten this far, into what was seeming more and more to be a swamp, without noticing it before. It was probably that strictness about staying on marked roads, but she had no idea why a road would go through such a horrible place. It smelled, everything sounded weird, and the trees were too close for her to fly out without doing some damage. Snorting in irritation and fueled by her stubbornness, she kept going.
Deep down she wanted to feel like she knew where she was going, that she hadn't misinterpreted directions, so she was beginning to feel a bit betrayed; what kind of person would mislead her!? Besides, she was completely incapable of getting lost all on her own.
In her mind all was well. Little did she know, though, an innocent fly was roaming her way. When she caught sight of it, she freaked. Not really knowing what it was, she growled, hissed, and stomped her paws in an attempt to scare it away. When it circled back toward her she was convinced it was something evil and vile that shouldn't be trusted. Rumbling as only a dragon could, she readied herself for its attack. When the fly flew right over her, though, she felt a sort of satisfaction. In some way she felt she'd won, not that she would ever see it any other way, and was quite proud of herself as she snorted and strutted onward just as lost as she was only a moment before.