Raki raised his great snout and sniffed the salty spray spat by the sea. A new scent had greeted him an hour before, when the shores of the new land broke the horizon and a dock stretched out like an arm welcoming all to this strange world.
Raki wasn’t interested in the land nor the dock however. The new scent spoke to him on a deeper level.
Dragon, his instinct whispered, but none he had met since he had hatched. Were they flying high above the ship, hidden by the billowing clouds? Or were they swimming along the bleached sands of the shore?
His wings itched with the need to follow the wind back to this stranger and learn more.
Shaking the spray off his hide, Raki butted his handler, nearly knocking her overboard.
“Rakeim! You foul lizard, what was that for?” Snapped Tanni, flinging her long nightly curls out of pale, golden brown eyes.
Raki rose in answer. Like the trea