Winter has been pretty much everywhere and was fully exhausted already.
There was an unexpected pause after the sixtieth truck, and Winter stepped away from the main crowd to catch his breath. There were so many dragons, more than there had ever been. A lot—in fact, the majority of dragons were scarred in various places, and a few looked like they couldn’t even make it out of town. Winter knew the disabled and weariest ones would stay until tomorrow, and all the healthier ones, like the group of twenty walking out now, would leave as soon as they caught their breath and got food and medical help. The large group left the bunker, fully provisioned and ready to take off wherever they were planning on going, and Raptor walked out behind them. Winter raised his right wing to signal where he was, and the dragoness walked over. “Is that all?” She asked tiredly. Winter knew this was a lot for her to handle socially, but he also knew she’d keep going until all of the trucks came and went.
He grimaced, “no, there’s..” the SnowWing paused, counting in his head, “forty-five more trucks. Sorry.” Raptor groaned and rubbed her face. “I’m gonna end up staying up all night,” she mumbled. “I used to think staying up all night would be cool, but this is just.. awful.”
Winter laughed tiredly, agreeing with a, “yup.”