Continued to stare at the large beast of a dragon. His head dipped slightly as he began to side - back step, lips rippling lightly as he began to press past the forest line, leaving the bloodied carcass behind visibly torn by only those of the little creatures maw. The sheep was well dead and surrended with ease. 

As he glanced between the three others the pale of the lot shook out that broad neck, hissing lightly he lifted his wings, the young dragon almost falling to the ground before managing to regain grip from the sudden movement, scrambled up and shuddering partially moved to lay flat along his spine, already begin to blend as she had in the beginning. 

Large wings rising as they sent a large gust towards the field, he was preparing to take off, barely saying a word though visibly unsure of sticking around at this point. His concerns lied with the young he carried, more than himself and those around him.