Injured and in pain you cry for your mother while the raptor recovers and lunges at you, preparing to finish disemboweling you when it is blasted to the side by an enraged night fury dragoness. You watched as your mother tore the raptor's head off before it had a chance to react.

She turned back to you with a worried look on her muzzle, dropping the raptor's now dead severed head. She walked up and started to treat your belly wound patching it up so your intestine no longer peeks through...