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, what he finds isn't what he was expecting and his eyes widen at the sight of what was caught in the net. It certainly looks like a dragon, but... different. More human, with dark scales lining their hairline, scales following over their shoulders to wings and a long, dragonic tail.

"What the hell..?" He begins before e 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 that look in your eyes is too... human. Somewhere inside him strikes a cord and he curses again, 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.