Shark is on a standard patrol of areas that no longer can support habitation by Cybertronians, but certainly can hide large and small transorganics. The young mech is on the hunt for one in particular.. and that would be the dragon. Shark pauses as he hears the second roar, then sees something rushing up towards him. "Oh.. slag." he mutters, bracing his feet on the incline he tries for a warning shot to hopefully scare it off, just thinking it’s a typical animal. Shark watches her leave and then gets to climbing.