86th of Spring 512AV
Shadowfang's wings flapped hard and fast, slowing his descent into the ruined structure that had once been a house. He bent his knees as his clawed feet hit the floor and then stood and looked around. There was no roof, only parts of the walls, and most of the floor left. Anything that was not part of the floor itself had been thrown around and broken, as if someone had picked up the house and shaken it around. These loose items were what Shadowfang was interested in. He had entered the mist-laden, decimated city to search for anyone that had been trapped in the fog and turned feral but, as people had told him, anything he could find inside the ruined buildings was his to keep.
He was not interested in any sort of tools or items that might be lying around. No, he had come to search for something that he thought could be much more valuable to him.
Books.
The Jamourans were wise and smart but they did not usually record information in books. However, at least one of them might have and Shadowfang just might be lucky enough to find the one house that contained the tattered pages of information he wanted. He leaned his Stinger Spear against a part of the broken wall and went to work rooting through the rubble. A knife, a couple of plates, a small stick that used to be part of a chair, but nothing useful, nothing that he wanted. He picked up the spear, secured his capture pack on his back, and lifted off once more. He was not particularly annoyed. There were more houses he had not checked yet. But for now, he needed to focus on hunting. He quickly landed on a thick branch and tuned his ears in to the jungle around him and listened for any sound, any disturbance that would signify that prey was near.
Even his sensitive ears could not detect much of anything. The jungle was silent. He jumped off of the branch and began gliding towards the next house, eager to search through its contents and find something valuable inside.
