In the silverback's forest

The silverback’s aura touches most of the forest, from the western edge rising sharply over the beach to deep into the concrete fringes where the trees are only there for decoration and they grow only according to the whims of men. South to the wide mud flats of low tide and north to the rocky buttresses shoring up the reclaimed lands, but the claim is much weaker on the north side.

A sense of being an intruder mixed with a determination to claim this turf for the dragon instead.