Era sighed with relief and crept back to her den, sighing. She curled up against a wall and slept.
Several hours later
Era jolted awake and yawned. The first thing that crept into her drowsy mind was: I'm hungry. She was about to take off into the air when she remembered her injuries. They were healing well, her body was learning, her scales were hardening into almost impenetrable armour. She checked her claws and thought about sharpening them. Nah, hunger comes first. She poked her snaking head out of the entrance and blinked in the sunlight. It looked about mid-day. Era crept out and shook out her wings. They had mostly healed, but were still sore. On foot then. And with that, she trotted towards the hunting lands.
