The younger dragon tested his body. Nothing was broken, but he had cuts and scrapes all over his body. His wing troubled him the most. He wouldn't be able to fly until it healed, which would be a week, assuming he got to his cave soon. He licked at the wing membrane like a big cat. One reason dragons were hunted here in the West, he noted, was because of the medical properties associated with them. For example, a dragon's saliva contained clotting properties, allowing for wounds to stop bleeding faster.

He stood, a new scent coming to his attention: a human, female by the scent. He took another whiff. It was the sacrifice. Go figure she'd run, but she certainly didn't have to run in the direction of his cave. He snorted and took an uneasy step forward. He growled when he used his injured wing-arm, feeling the pain.