Flying back down to the warm earth of his home, Aztec went into his cave and grabbed a random handful of herbs and tossed them into a nearby bowl. Delicately picking up some plump berries, he dropped them in as well. Grinding it all with a long stone, it mixed into a smooth, red pulp.

He nods, growling softly to try and comfort Zale. He then growls, *** Get a healer to him, I'm not letting him go anywhere in this condition.***

Aztec gently picked up the bowl and poured the mix into small glass vial.

Azure bowed, playfully, turning into a dragon. She flew off, calling Ara, to follow.

Zale touched the dried blood on his face. "Th-thanks...", He whispered, looking up at the dragon. He peered around Rei's shoulder: At the dead feline.

Ara glanced at Zale, then shifted and followed Azure.

He gently nudges Zale, still curled around him. He growls softly, ***Don't look at it***

Azure headed into the village looking for the Storm tribe's healer. Soon enough she found an old dragon escorting a dragonet out of her hut. When the old dragon spoted them she hobbled over. "What may I do for the two of you?", She asked.

" Our friend needs help. Hes hurt. " Ara says quickly.

Zale rolled his eyes, looking at his hands. They were covered in blood, his blood. Zale made a face, eyes widening. "How did it avade my hearing?", He sputtered, shooting a glance at the carcas.

He tilts his head, not entirely understanding. He shifts a bit, getting more comfortable as he curls his tail to rest on Zales lap.