Phoenix Maplewood Oops (medic trade thread)

The famine had done its work on many of the Dragons, wearing them down to nearly nothing, and Seregryn was hardly different. She was a young creature with the gawky proportions indicative of her age, and the lack of food only added to the spectacle of her large paws and head. She had grown some since her arrival to the mountain though. Her body was lean, it was powerful, but even the tiny dregs of muscle she had achieved were beginning to wear thin. She stood huffing and puffing while her eyes trailed after the disjointed sounds of escape; the creature she had pursued was gone, and the girl was left to figure out what else she could do from here. As she turned her head and sucked in a breath of humid summer air, she heard a sound from behind her, and her nearest ear pivoted with the rest of her, thus all her faculties were focused upon the stranger.

Upon sighting this stranger, Seregryn's head lifted and she inhaled sharply, wondering if this was the thing which had ruined her hunt. She would never admit that it was her own bumbling, her own fault, especially when a stranger lurked nearby. She paced towards the sitting stranger. Her steps were slow and practiced, as if she were dancing, but there was a rigidity to her entire body that bespoke some form of apprehension. Just as this stranger did not know what to make of her, Seregryn did not know what to do with them; were they an enemy? Were they lurking in wait to steal the prize, had Seregryn been successful? Or were they waiting for backup - in which case, was Seregryn to be the main course? Her eyes narrowed at this thought, the bright crimson darkening to a ruddy brown with the thickness of her lashes.