The dragon was wounded in several places. Between the efforts of herself, Desias, and Whirlwind the stag, they had managed to achieve an appreciable level of bloody tears through the young dragon’s scaly hide. However, it was nowhere near enough to slow the beast down even as the blood trickled down his sides and across his face and neck. She looked for a way to get out of this, to dodge between his legs perhaps. She was much much faster than him; even without her wings, surely she could…