(Wrote this while "I Ain't Worried" by One Republic is playing in the kitchen btw Cap)
"Alicanto," the silver dragon said, somewhat begrudgingly, but he didn't show it.
His gaze flickered over the terrain, which had shifted quite suddenly from the smaller buildings of the Den to a rolling desert. Far to the East, the Claws of the Cloud Mountains stretched the entire length of the horizon like a distant wall, and Alicanto followed the highway with sharp eyes, trying to spot any transports that might obviously be rebellion owned. He didn't actually expect to find anything, but it was always best to be cautious.
They hadn't been given any description of the vehicle which the fugitives were taking, but then again, no current leads had seen which one it was.
And that's where Alicanto's plan came into play. It was still a work in progress, but it was the best they had for now, and he would have plenty of time to polish it up during the trip.
He beat his wing to rise higher into the air, expecting the other two to follow suit but not really caring.
He continued until the highway was as thin as one of his claws held at arm's length, and he could see the different, smaller roads peeling away from the main one in regular intervals. Several decent-sized ones split off in the direction of the Western coast of the continent, others toward the Five Tailed River, and some toward the Southern shores.
But there was another one that split away from the main highway, only slightly smaller, heading in the direction of the most Northern tip of the continent. The mountains curved slightly and widened in that direction, littered with caves and rivers as the terrain grew less rocky and more lush. It was a long flight, several hours from what Alicanto guessed, and they would need to stop at least once.
But if there was one good place to check for the rebellion, that was it. The trip to the western side of the continent was long and they would be exposed. There were hardly any cities until they would reach the coast, and then there was nowhere to take the dragons from there. They couldn't go to the Ice Kingdom without the same issue of lacking cover, as well as the threat from both the cold and the Icewings that still ruled there. The city of Possibility would have been a decent choice, but there were hunters stationed there, both in the human port of the city and the dragon town built over the river. The South Coast was too close to offer real protection.
But the Cloud Mountains made the perfect hiding place. They could hide anywhere beside or within the peaks, and there was still half a continent's worth of room to run, as well as the rapid highways that stretched through regular passes in the mountains. Where else would they go?
Alicanto angled his wings and turned slowly toward the Northeast, the rising sun bouncing off his metallic feathers like a broken mirror.
@_-Captain BRM-_ @Little Baby Bean