Underbrush hidden beneath that tall jungle canopy is trodden upon by heavy feet, as a large saurian and it's bulky rider trekked through the hellish green land, their destination peeking out from behind foliage in the distance. The day was like any other, hot, humid and noisy with the sound of jungle dwelling bugs. The heat would whittle any person down, which is why the Saurian rancher would often take a moment to have a swig of water from a bone canteen to briefly satiate his thirst. The broad shouldered giant had estimated that he would arrive at the home of the moth people within the day, should his beast keep good pace and they don’t run into anything troubling along the way. A group of raptiods or those burrowing spiders would be quite troublesome, and something he does not wish to deal with at this time. The large lizard’s long legs would make quick strides, its clawed feet kicking up dirt and pounding on the earth with each step it took. Travelling through the jungle was an entirely different ordeal to that of the skeletal highway, since the open roads prevented many ambushes, but the tall plants and thick foliage allowed ample opportunity for predators to sneak up on prey. Then of course some of those hunters care little for subtlety. These dangers would make the saurian rider far more perceptive of his environment, as he had to be careful to prevent any harm to the beast or himself.