Seulki honestly had no idea what she was doing here - surrounded by a dragon, two dragonelles, and a little drake. There was talk about heading north, to where the other dragons were heading. Although she would have liked to leave now to catch up with other Wimbornes, Seulki was quite attached to Feneya. Plus, having someone else catch her meals was nice. Thus, the young dragonelle decided to stay with this rag-tag group. As the others continued on, she curled inwards, watching the stony ground with much interest until the others began to move.

She watched Feneya gingerly open her wings before flying out. Seulki couldn't imagine being hurt like that. The thought of pain ripping through her body terrified her. Yet, the Aramoor dragonelle didn't utter a single complaint about her injury. Going ahead of the others, Seulki hurtled herself off the cliff as she let out a single squeak of joy. Before she hit the ground, her strong wings snapped open to take flight. Her mood considerably lighter, the Wimborne flew next to Feneya, glancing at the older dragonelle before a look of worry crossed her face. Feneya had a look of anger on her face - an expression that chilled Seulki. 

"Are you alright?" she gently asked.