Wolfram scrambled to his paws, gasping, taking a full breath for what felt like the first time in hours. He gave a soft yelp of horror as a dragon (Wyvern, he reminded himself) loomed over him. He shakily padded to River's side, and shifted. He knew that was the last time he could shift, that he wouldn't be able to take anymore, as he shakily knelt down beside her. "River," he rasped, realizing his throat felt like he had swallowed sand. "Jessi will bring us up, alright? We'll sort this out." He extended his unwounded arm, offering his hand to her. "Come on, I'll help you."