Her conversation with Goth had been interesting. Something to break up the monotony of the healing process. But as with every process there was always the nasty part where you had to exercise to make sure it healed properly. She had been a fool to hunt with Orcrist and make her wound worse, she shouldn't have exerted herself as much as she had. It had drawn out the healing, making it take twice as long as it should have normally. Caesar sighed as she walked slowly through the fog that clung to the floor of the dying forest.

"HELP ME!"

Her ears pulled tight and straight on the top of her skull, rotating ever so slightly as she tired to figure out which direction the call had came from. It had sounded like a puppy, a young girl who sounded very frightened. Oh my. Caesar hurried as quickly as she could, limping slightly as she galloped towards Rosalind's call.

She arrive in time to see a large green serpent wrapping itself around a small girl. She was pale with speckles of brown and grey and little round ears. Hurrying over Caesar hesitated, silver eyes sharp as they surveyed the problem and tried to figure out the best way to extract the snake without hurting the little girl anymore. Hmm. "Its okay, don't worry, I'll get it off." Caesar murmured softly as she circled the tangled pair, looking for the serpents head. There it was! She lunged in quickly and sank her teeth into the flesh at the base of the snakes neck and twisted her head sharply. The loud crack as its neck was severed was unpleasant but necessary to get the creature to release its grip. It twitched a few times as she tugged and pulled the body from the little girl, who was surely shake up from the ordeal. 

"Hey, you okay?"  

he cry for help made him speed up into a run, though not very loud the call reached his ears as he wasn't too far off. He took a turn and tried to pinpoint the exactly location. Did he miss the person asking for help? He felt frustrated and tried sniffing the air instead, and this time he had more luck. It hurt to use his nose, the nasty wounds on his face oozing with infection by now and he hadn't had time to clean it with water yet. But someone called and he didn't feel right ignoring it.

He stumbled out from the jungle only to find that another adult had come across the child and helped her already. He felt a bit of relief and then tensed. The almost dragon! He squinted his eyes and regretted it right away as it hurt his beaten up face and it began bleeding a little bit again. He tried using his dirty paw to wipe it off and then sat down looking at the two. "Hey, you okay?" Tarun just looked on as the child responded and then he would address the adult red female. "Almost-god!" He exclaimed it loudly and then took a closer look at her. Then wagged his tail to show signs of friendliness.

"You look like red dragon. Why?" Were they related? He was actually curious and his innocent look hopefully made way for snarky comments - comments he wouldn't understand anyway, his mind was too simple. He looked at the child and wondered if she was frightened by the wounds on his face. He pointed at them while looking at the girl but reminded himself that smiling hurt. "Don't be scared." Said the frightening man.