You writhe helplessly under Blunt-snout's paw. The great amethyst beast, being five times your weight, says nothing for now.
You have made an inglorious crash-landing just outside the kobald camp, which looks, up-close, to really be a small village made up of little primitive bungalows. The architecture is an inglorious mixture of stone, wood, wattle-and-daub, and animal skins or, for the windows, pressed horn, much of it looking to have been patched-over at intervals over several generations.
In spite of the shabby mish-mashiness of the village's architecture, one discordant impression about it stands out to you. Your surroundings seem to be, if anything, intensely clean. Even the beaten-earth patios seem to be meticulously upkept, being as smooth as any cement. Woven grass mats seem to be trending in the area. The patches on all of the structures are all done professionally, if primitively.
You see all of this through double-vision, though, and you have the metallic scent of blood in your nostrils. You feel you may be concussed, and once again, your wings are damaged, although perhaps not as badly as they were before. Come to think of it, with all of the beating they have received, you wonder if you will ever fly properly with any quantity of experience.
Of course, there is the question of surviving through the moment, for after all, you are still a little whelp caught beneath the forepaw of an elder dragon five times your own weight. A helpless, infinitely stupid whelp who had intended to charge against him in some suicidal mission of revenge, not even knowing for sure the true fate of Dizzytail.
{{Are you ready to listen to reason now, whelp?}}
You feel Blunt-snout's giant claw digging firmly into your belly, and you know that, in this position, it is really a greater effort for him to forestall his reflex, to tighten his grip, than it would be to spill your innards all over the ground. Not even knowing if Dizzy-tail is alive, though, much less being near him, you feel that the only thing that saves you is thinking what a pity it would be to make such a mess in such a clean place. {{Only if Dizzy-tail is alive}} you say to him, not really believing that you are in much of a position for bargaining.
{{I will do better}} he says. {{If you will submit to becoming my captive, I will take you to the stable, where you can join him and all of the others}}.