“I’m trying!”
He lay him down, stitching the more bigger ones, bandaging the smaller ones
“s s shit shit u uhm d do you know your blood type?”
“What you have is ours, I don’t care who you are, the King of the Blood Knights has told us to catch this slave and that is what I intend to do.”
The head hunter growled, the two others on either side of him nodding in agreement, only a little less burly than their boss, each holding the leash of a dog that was straining to get to the dragon who couldn’t keep his head up, blood dripping and pooling around him under the blanket. The men unsheathed their swords.