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Aardwolf let out his third, or maybe fourth, long suffering sigh of the last 5 or so minutes as he stood watch outside the gate that lead to the Scorpion's Den. If he had to get stuck with guard duty at least they could've put him inside where things actually happened sometimes. The only thing the outer wall guards had to concern themselves with was if the so called Duneprowlers decided to make an appearance, but so far, nothing. He absentmindedly twirled a long, thin piece of wood through his claws and began faintly humming some drinking song he'd heard the older guards singing late at night with slurring voices. 

His eyes caught a flash of movement on the edge of the dunes and his whole form snapped into attention preparing to sound out the alarm. He squinted his eyes and blinked several times in confusion at what he saw trudging towards The Scorpion Den. Three dragons, a small NightWing, what looked to be a darkly colored SkyWing, and an oddly colored IceWing who was being propped up by the SkyWing, [color=f7941d][b]"What the..."[/b][/color] he watched for a moment longer as they drew closer and now noticed the blood dripping from all of them from various wounds and the staggering gait of the IceWing.

He could easily tell, even from this distance, the effects of SandWing venom on a dragon. He'd seen it often enough to know and he doubted that these three, who looked about as suited for the desert as a fish, knew what to do to stop it. He leaned his spear to one side of the gate and flapped his wings before soaring the fairly short distance between himself and the newcomers.

[color=f7941d][b]"You three don't look so good," [/b][/color]he commented as he thumped down into the sand, [color=f7941d][b]"What happened?"[/b][/color] He could get a better look at them now and winced slightly at how sliced up they were. The NightWing looked like she'd been through a whirlwind of claws and the other two didn't look that much better. He'd seen his fair share of fights, been in his fair share too, but it'd been a while since he'd seen this many injuries.

He looked down towards the IceWing's leg. The scales and veins around the cut were blackened and he could see the muscles in their body trembling with the effort of staying on their feet and fighting through the pain, [color=f7941d][b]"We can get that sorted out for you,"[/b][/color] he gave the three a bright grin, [color=f7941d][b]"He'll be fine in no time."[/b][/color]