Borial saw his dear friend was getting worse, and with a growl of frustration at the maleâ€™s persistence and hard headedness he snaked his neck under Nathan and hefted him as softly as he could onto the drakeâ€™s back. He was heavy, but he had to find help. Or medicine. Walking slowly he found a shallow place in the river and splashed through. The satchel flapping annoyingly against his obsidian like scales as he waded to the other side.<br/><br/>They had been walking for a while and night was approaching. His crimson eyes glanced around, in his head he was going over what he could say if he encountered the Vampire Queen, if she would take pity upon the man who had injured one of her scouts. Sighing he looked up to the stars instantly finding MooAk The Great Grey. The constilation shown brightly even in the fading sunlight as it set.<br/><br/>The young drake hadnâ€™t cared that Nathan had set booby traps, he just wanted his friend to be safe. â€œGreat MooAk, pleaseâ€¦Bless me with a mind quick like a fox, and strength enough to carry my Brother to help.â€ Borialâ€™s  red eyes then looked to the trail ahead.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t know how long he had been walking, but his legs hurt and his neck was beginning to droop from the cramps lining his neck. The drake was hungry and his crest itself had begun itching as the horns there began to lengthen as the days wore on and he became stronger. Finally, Borial couldnâ€™t move on any more. His legs wobbled as the satchel snaked from his neck and dropped to the ground and finally his body followed suit as the exhausted hatchling slumped to the ground with a muted thud. The soft forest grass floor came up to catch the rare black drake, he felt Nathan lightly jostle upon his back before slowly laying still once more. He couldnâ€™t even lift his head to hear if he was still breathing, all he could do was hope.