The serene quiet was abruptly shattered by the crashing, popping sound of trees being snapped and broken. The clammor brought Vectis to her feet with a start, her unshieved hand and a half blade gripped firmly in her right hand. She didn't recall exactly how it got there, but payed that fact little heed. Blindly gazing toward the direction of the sudden thunderous commotion, she listened and waited. Silence then. It could've been nothing more than a beast catching itself a meal, but she didn't fully believe it. As the time of silence stretched on, the muscles in her shoulders began to relax a little, but before the tension in her body could disipate fully, a frustrated, aggonized roar split through the darkness.
That one defiant shout rang out through the darkness as she snatched up the rest of her weapons and belongings, before kicking up dirt to quench the dying fire and rushing into the night; abandoning the bedroll completely. Ages seemed to pass before her pounding footfalls bore her to a line of broken and burnt trees. Coming to a hault, she coughed and squinted as the smoke stung her eyes and fought to replace the precious air that her burning lungs heaved for. Was she too late?
Further into the destroyed mass of trees, she spied a small crumpled body, whom she assumed was a hunter. Fool, surely you weren't so careless as to try to take on such a stonge beast by yourself. Making her way quietly further, she spied the tracks of a dragon, nearly unable to make them out in the moonlight if it hadn't been for her past training. Kneeling, she reached out a hand, relying more on touch than sight, to examine the closest print. Young... injured too... Standing once more, she slowly began to follow the unsteady trail, cautiously silent. She certainly did not want to come up on a still-alive but injured dragon head-on, much less a larger hunting party celebrating a victory.
Her trained skills as a tracker finally brought her within eye-sight of her target which appeared crumpled and lifeless. Indeed, the dragon had lost much blood, but Vectis knew from experiance never to take things like this for granted. Staying well back and out of reach of snapping teeth or swinging tail, she circled the grounded beast until she came in sight of its head before calling out loud enough for it to hear her, but only just.
"Brave young dragon, can you hear me? If life still beats in your veins, take comfort in the knowledge that I meen you no harm."