Eclipse circled around in the air above as the three dragons talked. The red Solarwing didn't obviously appear threatening, but that didn't exactly mean anything. He could very easily be using his calm demeanor to lure them in. Eclipse knew how dangerous the ends of Solarwings wing fans were, and their scales as well. Sure, Sunspot was a Solarwing too, which evened the odds a little, but she was nearly half his size. Neoma, while a fierce fighter, wasn't exactly coordinated or trained. And even though Eclipse had been an assassin for years, she was much smaller and more wiry than the red dragon. Even if they could take him combined, it wouldn't be a clean fight.
The Solarwing swooped downward and angled toward one of the dunes below. Neoma and Sunspot slowly began to follow. While the other Lunarwing looked more anxious than anything, Sunspot was tense. Eclipse would have expected her to be somewhat happy, or at least less aggressive, to see another member of her tribe. Eclipse knew she probably would. But Lunarwings were rare. They were dying off, unlike the Solarwings who had enough of a tribe to actually have a royal bloodline. Sunspot didn't know what it was like to have to worry about being the last of her kind--why would she worry about possibly rubbing another Solarwing the wrong way?
Eclipse began to slowly spiral downward, watching the three dragons on the sand carefully.