::Oi, there you are, Cloudjumper!:: Valka greeted him, giving a hearty chuckle at his happy croon. ::Sorry if I worried you, I got in a little hastle.:: She opened a bit of her dragonskinned suit to reveal a shot wound.
::It’s alright though, a young lass tended to my wound. Thankfully I wont be gaining any infections.::
His happy demenor quickly dissolved s the dragonskinned suit was moved to show the shot wound, frills laying back against his skull out of habit with faintly bared teeth. His pupils narrowing into slits with a displeased rumble echoing from his throat.
This was not acceptable.
Leaning forward, the owlish dragon sniffed at the wound, mildly offput by the smell of it as he recoiled. Teeth only flashing as his answer to Valka's words. The upper pair of wings slowly extending with the debating thought of flight.
He did not like the smell of that area at all.













