After leaving the human in the fields, Seulki dashed away, desperately hoping that the humans weren't tracking her. It would be terrible if she led the hunters straight to her new-found companions. She slowly swirled around in the air, her eyes scanning the ground for any hint of metal or human scent. Occasionally, the cautious Wimborne would swoop down to ground level and land, her ears pricked for any sounds of heavy footsteps. As she took numerous detours, the image of the injured human floated into her mind once in a while. Was he alright? The little human would help him, wouldn't she? She blinked, wondering if she would ever meet the human again.
A few long minutes passed and she trudged through the tall grasses, her tail whipping back and forth. It was a rather nice day, despite the fact that everything had horribly gone wrong in just a day. Seulki stretched open her jaw for a yawn as her wings opened. There was no danger, at least for now. In the meanwhile, she would head back to her kindred. It didn't take long for the Wimborne to reach the familiar rocky cliffs. The tangy scent of blood still lingered, along with another new smell - the drake. She warily landed just in time to hear the new one speak.
"None of us should be here..."
Seulki had no words to say. It was true. At this time of day, she would have been relaxing on the cliffs of the nest, enjoying life. Now the thought of dying lingered in her soul. She quickly darted over to the injured Aramooran, pressing her body against the other for comfort. She started to slightly pruum, relieved that the dragonelle was safe. Yet, another worry struck her. SoNem. She questionably glanced at the dragon before staring at the stony ground. He wouldn't ask what she did with the human, would he?
