The relative post-battle peace lasts for a moment longer before a distant roar shatters the air. Its volume is amplified as it echoes through the mountains and canyons, but the dragons can still tell it is miles off. The roar has a rough tone to it, something between anger and pain. The guttural feel to the roar allows one to tell the beast is another dragon- or at least the size of one- and the pitch allows one to tell that, while still strong, the creature is fighting. As there is only one roar, one can assume the dragon is fighting something other than another dragon. Something seems to trigger in the minds of the four dragons in the canyon. One of their kind is being attacked, and perhaps it is worth investigation. Any number of motives can fuel this- claiming the losing dragon's land, or ambushing the weakened creature; driving off a potential threat, should the dragon lose; wishing to help one's kind survive; among many other reasons. If nothing else, it may be an opportunity to get a human's gold and metal to hoard... or even just to kill off a few of the mammals. As if to add to the urgency, a column of flame rises into the sky at a distant point to the west before fading again. A large, winged shape- which would appear as a speck to anything with eyesight below that of a dragon's- rises into the dying embers, seeming to begin to fly away. Before it can get too far, however, something shoots it down with a burst of light. A moment of silence, before another roar. This is interesting. Such a large dragon- it must have been at least as long as the Coralwing, from snout to tail- is being attacked and prevented from escaping. Such a threat that can bring down a dragon of that size needs to be eliminated. Even if one of the dragons in the canyon would not normally be bothered by such a spectacle, something seems to be pulling their attention, urging them towards the scene. Self-preservation, curiosity, pride? Something more?