Rak nodded, finally walking over to Iratus. Seeing that the dragon was still weak, he settled down beside him silently, leaning against his front leg. Soothingly, he rubbed the dragon's paw. After a small moment of silence, Rak spoke. "You know, you're probably going to have to fix that wall." Iratus snorted but said nothing, instead laying his head down beside Rak and shutting his eyes.
Ezihol's attention snapped to the side, a sharp noise in the bushes distracting her. Smirking, the dragon moved to the source of the noise, and found a stag trapped in the sticky mud. She watched the equine from the bushes silently, moving around to get closer to it, before lunging forwards. The stag screeched and attempted to get away, but his movements were slowed, and a dragon was much bigger than that. Ezihol's jaws snapped shut around the Stag's neck, dragging it out of the mud when it's movements ceased. It wouldn't be much, but she'd rather wait for the night to come before hunting.
