Malakai's mind raced as he gazed at his mother's limp form. He scratched his furry head, trying to think of a way to save her.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the strange equipment and vials of colorful liquids. He approached his mother, his tail wagging anxiously, and began to lick her dry, dull fur.
But as he licked, he realized that his usual healing techniques weren't working. His mother's wounds seemed to be internal, not external.
Malakai growled in frustration, his ears folding back in distress. "Why didn't Gorthok tell me about this?" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with worry.
But then, his eyes brightened as he remembered the dragon blood. He recalled the bucket of golden red liquid that he had used to draw the circle, activating the spell.
Malakai quickly grabbed the bucket, his paws shaking with excitement. He approached his mother, the bucket clutched tightly in his jaws.