The great Silver dragon launches herself once more into the skies, slim, athletic form dancing with the winds. She narrows her eyes as the stiffness she felt just after the Healing melts away.
Maybe the Elders and the other Shamans wrong about the Two-Leggers... Maybe I was wrong...
She flexes her foot, marveling at how, moments before, it had been shattered beyond all feasible repair. She glances back at her gracefully curved wings, stretched and marvelous in flight. They, too, had been shredded beyond recognition.
Masashi something... that was his name. The Two-Legger that Healed her. She had refused Healing from two before him, disgusted at the thought of an Animals help, but... This one...
Maybe we've been wrong all along... she thinks. Just maybe, these creatures... arent as we first suspected.
With these thoughts weighing heavily on her conscience, Silver Tears heads to the Lair, not quite ready to share todays adventure with the rest of her Clan.