The red-brown dragon that had collapsed earlier awoke, dragging himself towards a nearby bush to vomit in. His short fiery orange mane faded to brown at the tips and stretched all the way along his spine to the tip of his tail, where it ended in a long tuft of fur. His aquamarine eyes watered with every spasm of his unstable stomach.  After he had nothing more to barf up he stood weakly, wavering slightly as he walked through the snow.<br/><br/>Camouflage was not an option in this terrain. Knowing the consequences of getting caught by the humans, the dragon stumbled about quietly, making sure that with every step of his shaking, weak limbs he was hidden.  "Cows." He murmured to himself on quick breathes. His vision blurred and he tried to blink it away, but to no avail.  He couldn't go on without his sight for he might be seen and that was not a chance he was willing to take.  His body pressed up against a thick pine, his head resting against another, his jaw trembling slightly.