She couldn't have known how lucky she was for the distraction, the animal, having fallen over due to the weight of it's wound. It bought her enough time to get the hell out of the way, her mind still reeling. Seeing the way the javelin was wedged into the animals body, she was sure it was in a lot of pain- and mad. But even seeing the creature as it were, she couldn't help but feel bad for it. She knew that wound would hurt like hell, and remembered when she tended to her own parent's dragons and one had gotten wounded on the broken fence post....
But was this creature friend or foe? If it attacked the wagon, it got what it deserved, however, if it was part of the caravan... Quick thinking made her second guess the wound. Who would just carry a javelin when traveling in this sort of manner? It didn't look like a trapper's cart, or even the wagon of some type of soldier, or men for hire. No, there was no sign of other weapons...
So was the drake just a victim? If so, it could trust humans; or at least she hoped. And if it was trustworthy...
A drake would be a worthy asset..
Assuming it wasn't going to eat her!
The creature made such pained cries Angel decided she was at least going to try to help it, and with fists tight at her sides, she approached the creature, using calming gestures and coaxes when she neared. At first, the creature didn't seem to protest her getting near- but then when her shadow fell over him, the drake bucked and knocked Angel into a near by tree, before it stomped a few more painful feet away.