Whirlwind for his part was running on fumes. Exhausted, battered and beaten, with barely enough rest to count for a short power nap, he was dangerously close to collapsing as it was. His hoof caught in an uneven divet in the pool wall and he was sent sprawling down into a narrow chasm between two pools. One dragon overshot him and the other landed hard, looked down at where the deer was stuck, drew its head back, opened its maw, and gathered fire in its jaws ready to incinerate him.