Raz walked along with them, keeping his wing over them for shade, keeping a close eye on Zaida in case her condition got worse.
As they walked into Vegas, Raz noticed something, there wasn't any dragons like him, none that were quadrupeds, only two-legged ones... and this made him uneasy, 'What if I'm the last one?', he thought to himself, his uneasyment clearly shown on his face