The black dragon coos playfully at Ophelia, jumping from her horn after the playful toss sends him bouncing, flapping his wings to keep him from flying off. Normally, Comadre would be rather rapt with the blue dragon flying by the grulla mare, but in this circumstance, seeing an old friend was far more exciting. He lands next on Ophelia's shoulders, stretching his long, snake-like body up to rub his reptilian face on the unicorn filly's cheek. "Ooohh," he coos, another shortened version of her name painstakingly pushed out by the none-too-suitable reptile jaw.

The wolf's attention was still on Smoke, who was chiding him with her amused voice about his injury. The eyes looked fiercely at the mare, untrusting and feral. Still, Osiris was not a violent creature nor a malevolent one. His intimidation ended where his looks failed to scare strangers anymore. Since she and her dragon only seemed to be put on edge by the frightened pack of wolves and himself, the hybrid loosened his posture to allow the wolves to relax as well. There was no need start violence here. The great wolf looks to the mare with weary appreciation, as she offers to heal his injured leg.

"You may take a look if you wish, lady," he says, nodding to the little sister still standing protectively in front of him. She wishes to look at my leg, sister. The wolf reluctantly clears a path, her body still hovering beside the stallion cautiously, golden eyes watching the movement of the grulla carefully.

Osiris, his face turning to Ophelia as she speaks, begins to warm as she speaks of others. She claims to recognize even those who she cannot name, and the wolf's chest beats with sudden hope, his golden eyes taking on a vibrant light. "Have you, by any chance, seen a dapple grey pegasus? She would not be very tall. Perhaps your height, maybe shorter." Virva, Comadre says in his mind in response to the description.

The scent of blood and puss finally reaches the white filly, and Osiris winces at her question. "When we were leaving, one of the shades managed to tear into my leg. It is not a major injury." The females then fall off into pleasantries, and Osiris listens quietly, not knowing much of what they speak.