The sun bore down on a herd of goats as they grazed in a mountain field. He took a step forward, letting his red-scaled hand down silently on the rocky ledge. They hadnt noticed him, not yet at least, so he took another cautious step. Hot fire-heated breath curled from his nostrils. A ram lifted its head, glancing around anxiously and sniffing the air. He watched it carefully, waiting to see what it would do. It seemed to decide nothing was wrong and returned to nibbling contentedly on its patch of grass. But he was close enough now.
A bright red dragon burst from the ledge above the clearing, a black shadow with glowing crimson wings bearing down on its prey. The goats cried a warning to one another, but the dragon was already upon them, sweeping up four in his claws and lifting them away. The remaining members of the herd escaped into the sparse, low forest all the trees could manage at this altitude.