Ren swore, colorfully, and flew faster. Why oh why did they have to be in the middle of a jungle when this happened? What were his chances of finding a village- or any sort of settlement- out here? This was next to hopeless-
"Dragon!"
He snorted in surprise and looked down at the alarmed cry, realizing it came from what appeared to be a small human child standing in the middle of a rather large clearing in the trees. A clearing with a scattering of houses.
It would do. He came in for a screeching landing, awkward as he tried to keep Mist off the ground, bending his foreleg against his chest. "He needs a healer," he rumbled to the shocked child and woman- she assumed his mother- who had come to collect him.
To their credit, the humans recovered quickly. The woman nodded and took off into one of the houses, dragging her son with her.
Ren huffed out a puff of smoke and laid his passenger on the ground as gently as he could, poking him delicately with a claw. "Hey. You still alive, Immortalis?"