The gryphon was hard at work, out on the snowfield before the large green dragon, who was leisurely laying on his rock in the sun. Snow was hunting midgins tunneling beneath his feet. “I can hear them, Dinosaur Brain,” he retorted in a sarcastic tone.
“Well, you’re not acting like it, Snowdrift.” Farloft cocked his head. “You let that one get away.”
Snow’s tail switched in agitation. “You know, you could come out here and hunt them yourself.”