The crowd runs, leaving the Seawing alone… to die.
“Come on, we’re almost at the emergency bunker,” said the Skywing who seemed to be getting the crowd under control. “Rations?”
”Plenty,” a lot of dragons were carrying food.
”The thing is,” said a rain-ice, “That SeaWing… what if the plague spread to one of us and it gets in the bunker?”
A few dragons agreed.
”No,” said the Skywing. “Nobody touched any grey areas, right?”
Several dragons nodded.
-Agree with the Skywing
-Agree with the rain-ice