Onawa was resting on a shadowy cliff side of the Skysth Canyon, snoozing as she snored very softly, the grumbling to be heard from only those with keen hearing and within close radius. It was hot and bright as the sun was at its highest peak, but it wasn't so bad as the Asham River was only down below. If the earth dragon's temperature raised too much, she could simply take a dip. She was also camouflaged perfectly to the Canyon's rocky terrain. She was planning to doze for another hour or so, but she knew at least most of the routes the dragon hunters used in the canyon and so she had to be extra careful. Lately, there hadn't been any activity, but it was foolish and naive not to be careful. The official war between the dragons and the dragon hunters was relatively new as the hunters were actually joining forces, but dragons had always been hunted for as long as either side existed. Onawa as just upset with the fact that the hunters let their hate blind them. True, a lot of dragons were rather bitter, angry, and... well, evil, towards the humans. But most were like any other beast: they needed their own territory, their own space and solitude, and if you didn't bother them, then they wouldn't bother you. That basically described Onawa. If humans were tolerant of her dragon self, she would show them. If not, then she usually went into the city of Asham in her human form.