Seulki glanced around, noticing that the large herd of dragons was no more. In the distantce, small groups had flown off, but to where? Certainly, the humans would have a much easier time picking them off. Her wimborne kind had already left - and she was left alone with the three near her for now. The other dragonelle had apologized for the SoNem's attitude, which Seulki gracefully took without a word. At this time, everyone was tense and curt. As she flew towards the the rocky hills, the sharp scent of blood filled her nose. 

She turned round, whimpering at the sight of the arrow in the Aramooran's shoulder. Despite the copper dragon's attempts to get her and the others to leave, Seulki shook her head ferociously. "I won't leave you," she protested, landing next to the dragonelle as she fought for consciousness. It was rather foolish for her to be going against the most rational choice to make, but she wouldn't leave the Aramooran knowing that the humans were coming after them... She sniffed the air once more, catching the scent of something else. Something not dragon. 

"Wait," she hissed, her neck poised as she searched the surrounding area. She didn't see the glint of metal from the hunters nor did she see those vicious weapons. So what was the source of that smell? "Please, take care of her," she whispered to the Erithian. With that, she took off into flight. Worried that the hunters would be looking at the sky, she stayed low tot he ground. Eventually, she snapped her wings shut and crawled on the ground, her belly brushing the dirt ground. Within a few minutes; she found what she had been looking for. 

The stench of blood and human was overwhelming. She spotted a human lying on his chest, two arrows protruding from his back. Was he still alive? Seulki saw the man's body move as it desperately tried to fill its lungs with air. She prickled, staying a good distance away from the human. Was this all part of an elaborate ploy? She glanced left, then right, seeing and smelling no other humans but him. Another long minute passed by and her curiosity got the best over her. The Wimborne crawled towards the human, stopping just a few feet away from the human. She bent down her head, just a few inches from the head of the human before taking a whiff. Yup, still alive and kicking. 

She tilted her head in question. Her first instinct was to just kill the human. After all, they were her enemies. Yet, a part of her refused to lay a claw on the human. Confused, she just sat there, waiting for the wounded human to attack her.