The Leafwing traveled further southeast. The air was warm, and thermals plentiful. The flying was easy.
Cyprus snorted and shook his head. Those Mightwings or Fightwings or whatever they were did not know what they were doing. They didn't know anything about what Pantala was really like, and Leafwings?? Pssht. He doubted they'd survive two days out there, and that was presuming by some miracle they made it across the ocean all by themselves. He shook his head again. Some dragons just didn't seem to have any brains.
As he was talking to himself, the dragon noticed the terrain underneath him begin to change. Very subtlely at first, the desert started to give way to slightly more scrubby sahel, and then to grassland. The grass started out short, but it got taller and taller until some light woodlands appeared, reminding him of the Silkwings' realm back home. Eventually the grass became shorter again as the trees became thicker. Before he knew it, the forest was beneath him.
Ah, finally. The- what had the Sandwing called it? Oh yes. The rainforest. He was in the rainforest.
The young dragon, exhausted and completely burnt out by this time, swooped down to a thick tree branch and laid down, closing his eyes as the sun set beyond the Sandwing kingdom.