
Hudson had been midway through a book on the islets when he'd first heard the warning. A tsunami? It had been a long, long time since he'd been in the path of one, but it was not his first trip down the rodeo. Not by a
long shot. Hudson had lived through every natural disaster that could be thought of, and he planned to ride this one out the same way he rode everything else out: In his true form.
He'd checked to make sure everything was being handled in the islets, and then he'd headed out into the field, rapidly growing to his proper size.
His proper size was, quite frankly,
big. Most dragons on the island were comfortably building sized, the size of a small house (or a large house, if they were particularly large). Hudson himself was easily the size of a football field, and that was if you ignored his tail.
He took off from the islets, winging his way south. It had been more than a week since he'd taken his proper form, and he felt like it was always nice to stretch out, even if the situation was an unhappy one. People would no doubt die in the face of the tsunami. It didn't occur to him to try and help, either - he wasn't
nearly large enough to protect the island from a tsunami, and there were better ways to escape than on dragon back.
With three mighty flaps of his forearms, he descended, landing on the street closest to the waterfront. He was too big to land in the city properly, and normally he would have worried about cars... but any cars left behind were only going to be destroyed anyway, so he landed on two, crushing them flat with his size alone.
He turned, staring out towards the sea, watching the wave in the distance. It wasn't even visible to him yet - he still had time.