Vion nodded at his father as he tried to understand what he was saying. The clones didn't think like they did and might not react to scent like his father or him did. They were just magic. The point was not to be seen so then he had to learn that. Vion took off this time still remaining as his canine self off into the mountains. He looked around the scenery but there seemed to be no where to hide other than the tunnels. He dove down into them hoping to keep the dragons from spotting him from the air.
He couldn't see nuch in front of him but his eyes were better in the dark like this; which meant his father's clones were as well. Vion ran down the tunnel as the ceiling dripped water on him. His ears pressed flat. Ehind him not liking this, but he was determined to win. As he splashed through some puddles, he became aware of his sound. Vion skidded to a hault and tried to be more careful as he navigated the tunnel. He had to hide and it had to be soon. The small boy took a left turn at one of the tunnels and managed to find some damp foliage, rocks and moss. He hid amongst them, using the moss as a way to cover himself to blend in with the rocks and the plants. He laid on his stomach in a tight ball with his tail wrapped around him and waited quietly.
He couldn't see nuch in front of him but his eyes were better in the dark like this; which meant his father's clones were as well. Vion ran down the tunnel as the ceiling dripped water on him. His ears pressed flat. Ehind him not liking this, but he was determined to win. As he splashed through some puddles, he became aware of his sound. Vion skidded to a hault and tried to be more careful as he navigated the tunnel. He had to hide and it had to be soon. The small boy took a left turn at one of the tunnels and managed to find some damp foliage, rocks and moss. He hid amongst them, using the moss as a way to cover himself to blend in with the rocks and the plants. He laid on his stomach in a tight ball with his tail wrapped around him and waited quietly.
