With a full belly, there wasn't much else to do for the rest of the night. If the dragon were a humanoid, it would probably spend the night with an occupation or hobby, but as it was, in fact, just a dragon, its primary activity was prowling. It was a good way to stretch out the ol' wings and haunches at least.

And so the dragon flitted about the city almost lazily, gliding from shadow to shadow at a leisurely pace, gold eyes on the lookout for anything shiny or interesting to take back to its modest little nest.