It was a miracle that anything of his village remained once the fight was over. Smaller dragons, along with those that had been distinguised by Rowena as babies, were captured and tied down for her to look over later with Odo who would take command over them as their new alpha. Bodies were carted away to be identified and the carcasses of dragons were towed away also to be either thrown into the sea or buried. It seemed like just under two thirds of the buildings survived the attack, including the Elder's Hut. Casualties were heavy also but the death toll was minor compared to what could have happened.
The scent of smoke stained her skin and sweat tracks traced down whatever soot that was caked on her features as wisps of hair messily framed her face as she walked through the contained dragons, Odo not too far away. The remaining villagers had been found by then and had been informed that it was safe to return. That was what caused the problem.
One idiot, probably driven by the recent news of a deceased loved one, ran toward one of the contained dragon. He practicay screamed bloody murder as he charged, sword in hand, toward the nearest netted beast. "No!" Rowena yelled, rushing to shove the male out of the way and disarm him before reaching the creature. The dragon, whom Rowena would argue was then just using their form of self-defense, decided then to breath fire. Rowena, in the place of the offending man instead, took the hit. Immediately Odo was there to put out any flames whilst the heat seared at her skin all on the left side of her body. Knees giving out, Rowena collapsed and went into shock, almost passing out with the pain as Odo curled himself around her, snarling and hissing at whoever tried to get close to her. There was no one whom he trusted other than Rowena...but maybe, just.maybe a certain farm boy. But he didn't know where he was...possibly attending to his brother still.