The dragon folds his arms and leans against the trunk of a nearby tree. "She might have flown off...as far as I've seen, only you guys and Wolf O'Donnell crashed here." FT cools off in the shade, his body looking glazed with the sun reflecting off the sweat from the heat, as well as the run to find Fox's crew. "It'll be night soon, so we'd best look for a decent shelter for all of us."