Makan nodded. He wouldn't fly just yet, not until his wing was totally healed. In the meantime he would simply follow the old dragon's scent. The horses were spooked by his presence, but he settled them down by speaking the Draconic tongue-- a language that all living creatures innately understood.

As they continued the scent grew stronger. There were fewer animals in the area, even insects. This dragon's presence had frightened them away, and they would not return to this area until the scent was gone. [I]It may be best to burn the scent away...[/I] Makan mentally mused. [I]The village would be upset, but destruction is occasionally necessary for life to continue. [/I]