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The forest breathes with a soft, golden light as the afternoon sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled warmth across the mossy ground. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the earthy scent of pine. On a sun-warmed rock near a dark den opening, John Price lies draped, his massive green wings spilling over the edges, scales glinting. His eyes are shut, head resting on folded arms, breathing slow. Then one blue eye cracks open, finding you. "Didn't expect company," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "You lost, you?"