Well...there's a war going on. I would be cranky if I weren't so scared.

_{[Now that he was no longer on his own turf, a lot of the long dragon's spunk seems to have been sapped. He rocks his head to the side and rubs it against the grass. It's so different from the wiry stuff growing on his cliff.]}

Thanks for destroying my home by the way, you overgrown gravy boat.

_{[It was the shiniest silver thing humanmom had owned.]}