Drya sighed, deciding to find somewhere else to spy and stood, letting her wings fall loose in preparation for flight. She turned her head to set her course, missing the large canine appearing in the village center. She began to extend her wings and crouched slightly just as a massive weight barreled into her from behind. She yelped in surprise and tried to flap, but her wings had been knocked out of proper alignment, and she went tumbling to the ground. Momentarily stunned, Drya lifted her head up to try and find out what had hit her. As she tried to get to her feet, however, one of her wings protested and she stilled, horrified. "Oh, please don't be broken!" she whispered, all thoughts of being attacked flying out the window. She gently felt as much as she could reach of the wing, trying to see if one of the delicate bones had broken. At one of the joints, pain lanced through the limb, but she hadn't felt a break. "Good, just a sprain." Well, she still couldn't fly, which reminded her of the reason she was down here...