Rift watched the back of the retreating dragon, panting. He felt his face, checking for scars, and thankfully felt none. "Close call, huh?" he said to Reaper, sitting down.
Falcon looked at reaper and rift "guys what do we do that dragon most likely is going back to the queen and she saw me so let's get out of here... But we can't just leave sleet.
Rift shook his head. "But again, we have to get out of here..." He glanced back at the clinic, twitching his ears. "We should ask the doctor how long it should take for him to heal," he amended, standing up.
Rift nodded and glanced at Reaper. "Should we go eat now? Take our minds off this whole incident for a while?"
Sleet watched weakly as Heatwave filled a vial with liquid medicine. I'm not taking that! he thought defiantly, although there was nothing he could do to stop it.