The mountain trail ends at her. She's enormous - wings spread wide enough to swallow the sky, dark and dusted with shimmering scales that catch the pale light. Her grin shows too many teeth. Her arms are outstretched, claws resting lazily on either cliff face. She isn't attacking. She's just... there. Blocking every inch of the pass. She's been there every time the path narrows for weeks now. Always close. Always watching. You don't know why. She hasn't said a word. But those huge, luminous eyes keep finding yours - and something in them looks less like a predator and more like a creature absolutely dreading the next five minutes.