To say she was disoriented was a complete and total understatement. Nepeta had gone from dying, to being in the midst of moving to the new place where the dead apparently went, to this.

Dragons were something she was... well, not familiar with, not in the flesh at least, but the concept was one she was well acquainted with. Thanks in particular to a friend of hers, who she was currently glancing around for, to no avail. It looked like she was the only troll here.

The other creatures... well, she knew monsters when she saw them, and these looked like very ferocious ones. If she could take one on in a solo fight she might actually want to test herself against it, but it was obvious that if she wasn't careful, she'd get mobbed. Old hunting instincts rose to the fore of her mind, and she looked around the battlefield, trying to find something, anything, that she could actually do to affect the situation.

A fallen dragon not far from her caught her eye. There weren't any demons too close to it yet, but judging by the sounds coming from the forest that wouldn't last much longer. She had to act fast.

She began to move. Carefully, deliberately, but determinedly. She wasn't sure how she'd get the dragon back, but she had to do something.