::Aurthur had somehow managed the flight back home, with the aid of his son and his mate, even Storm had hovered closeby. Now he was exhausted. He stumbled into the lair and barely made it to the central chamber where the hatchlings played before he collapsed, curling what was left of his tail around his body, folding himself into a tight ball. He was asleep almost immediately. But what was the extent of his injuries? That even Aurthur didn't know, and right now, he didn't care. All he wanted was sleep, reguardless of the many cuts, possible internal injuries and severed tail, and sleep he did. It would take the cave collapsing on him to wake him.::
