SHAMANNANAART

The sea breeze ruffled the wild mane of the tyrant who, on a cliff, peered to fly in search of a new group of wild cows to hunt. That day the clouds were many, dense and gray and it was a drizzly day, not the kind of downpour that presaged the arrival of a tornado but the light and cool one that gave life to the earth after so many days of sunshine. Kidoa decided to set out before the first raindrops arrived; with a large movement of his wings he took flight towards the rural area, certain of finding there a herd to hunt. Thanks to his past experiences, Kidoa, easily found the right way to what he was looking for; while he was flying following the direction his hunting instincts suggested to him, Kidoa, sensed the change in climate. A strong gust turned him away from the direction he had taken and the young tyrant found himself flying towards the jungle of Warrenfall. With little difficult the tyran managed to extricate himself among the vines that prevented him from flying straight