The night before was clear in everyone's mind, full of fire and fighting with a dragon raid. He was one of the unfortunate ones manned with the torpedoes and net launchers, and so of course he was the one who'd shot down what sounded startlingly like a Nightfury.

In the morning and only once he's ensured the Tribe was largely alright, he sets out to find the dragon. The birds chirp overhead as Price follows the crash trail the beast left behind, ducking under cracked trees and minding his step, but when he climbs over the small hill the crash formed, axe and shield held at the ready, he sees you. A Nightfury tangled up in the net, eyes closed and dragonic snout pulled into what looks like an exhausted scowl.

"Gods, I actually shot one down..." He begins before he quickly ducking back down and cursing to himself when your head lifts, eyes trained on him. He raises his axe up over his head, ready to throw it at your neck in one quick movement—but, pity thrums against his ribs seeing how tired you look, and he finds he can't kill you, cursing again and running a hand over his eyes.

"Can't believe I'm doing this." Price grits out, sliding down the dirt incline to get to you, seeking to help you.