An techno-organic puppy had followed a couple spawn into a ship, not knowing it was leaving. When it landed, she hurriedly departed said ship before being sick. She would just lay here for a moment, whimpering as her fuel tank settled.
Jackjaw had ventured out from her territory to stretch her wings and exercise some of her skills. Her travels took her well beyond the Romanian mountains that her territory was nestled amongst and into other parts of the region. It was a nice flight as she drifted from thermal to thermal, her optics occasionally scanning the world below for anything of interest.
Human settlements, roads, wilderness... thus far nothing that really captured her attention. Even the winds carried nothing terribly new. That was, until she picked on a particularly odd scent. It was a faint scent, one that was only just barely able to hold up against the winds that carried it up to her altitude, but it was distinct. Organic... but also not. It was baffling.
With a rumble the Predacon twisted her wings ever so slightly to adjust her course and track down the source of the bizarre scent.
