Woodrow
A rather small Mudwing was walking down the streets of the Scorpion Den around mid-day. He grumbled softly, panting as he seemed to stumble across the sandstone street, often bumping into those he was too close to. He wore a scar around his eyes. He looked almost like he was overheating, and was entirely on-edge. He looked like an.. Injured animal, trying to get to safety. He seemed to certainly be on a mission.
"Ugh.. By the moons, I can't.. .. Can't.."
He trailed off, not fully even conscious of what he was saying.
Alex
Cardinal darted through the busy street, Cardinal using their size to their advantage to dodge dragons without being trampled. They studied the dragons around them, making sure to get to through the safest path, making sure which dragons looked safe to pass by, and which one's who had seemed dangerous to encounter. Cardinal then slide through a group of SandWings, getting themselves to the wall as close as they could to avoid the oncoming dragons.

*(sorry this took a bit!)*
Woodrow
He groaned softly, pushing through the crowd and eventually finding his way right next to Cardinal. He laid down in the minimal shade from the building, spreading out as much as possible to dispel body heat. He didn't seem to notice Cardinal at all, though, just trying his darnedest not to die of heat exhaustion.