Nathan closed eyes, watching the dragon trying to catch fish was like watching a cat being gutted with rusty spoon! The dragon went barreling into shallow river chasing every thing  "My dead grandmother can fish better than you," he snickered. Obviously Borian didn't see all the fish that he had displaced and now where flopping on the shore trying to get back into the river. Nathan sighed as he went along whacking the large fish over head with his large stick he was using for a club.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">â€œIdit eh!â€ </span></span><br/><br/>Nathan glanced up when he where Borial chirping happily with is mouth full. "Not bad for a hatchling," he replied grinning as he was now half way done gutting and cleaning the at least thirty huge king salmon! that he piled onto the shore.<br/><br/>"Keep practicing, we were lucky today. We might not be in the future," he warned as he continued to prepare the meat. "Specially until I teach your scrawny self how to hunt!" he laughed. Once he was done cleaning the fish, Nathan set about gathering drift wood for the fire.  But just as he was about to get his flint he paused and looked over toward the dragon thoughtfully, "Can you breath fire?" he asked.