Thag sniffed as he lifted his side. Grunting in displeasure, he began to fly, only to realize his side hurt too much. Walking to a near by rock, he leaned to it, beginning to examine the wound furthur. Bending his head down, he turned his neck so his eye was in view of the missing scales. As he reached out with his tongue and cleared the rest of the loose scales, it was heavily bruised under them with small cuts. Growling in frustration, he kept to the sky painfully. Cursing Tanith and her overreactions to his deeds, he landed on the cliff he and Violette had stayed on for a short while. Sighing as be saw the old deer corpse there, he grasped it in his jaws and moved to the end if the cliff, dropping it to the ground below. Sitting down in a slouch, he looked over the trees and wilderness. Nice place he had to admit. Thag's head still raised, he looked out to see if he could spot Tanith. But he could not.