Xander went this way, creeping to the cave with care while Vinn mounted Zalreth with a new kind of determination running through her veins.
"We must fight and fight well," she said to the dragon, anxiety wounding her heart as she stared straight ahead at the cave.
She should not be worried about him. If there was anything that she knew well of then it would be the fact that his uncle, Zephyr Thorne, must have taught him well on the ancient drakonia language commands for dragon beckoning.
So she should be rest assured that if anyone could get both the sick and abnormal dragon to get to their feet, then it would be no other than him. Yet her heart was in knots for some strange, a sense of foreboding hovering over her.
