Quote Goblin:<br/>Oh no. He had hoped Riamost wouldn't say that. Kish couldn't possibly make up his mind. His tongue slithered across his lips in indecision, claws tapping and clicking against dragon hide. He very much enjoyed the little pained whispers of breath. Maybe he'd broken it somewhere, he wondered where. But... he didn't want his alpha to think he didn't appreciate the chance to choose himself.<br/><br/>While Riamost spoke, he was thinking. Kish didn't want to have started a war without giving his clanmates proper compensation. If he did that, they would blame him and kill him, most likely. Then again, he really did want to be the only one to have gotten to eat a dracling. Mainly, he didn't want Kishiora Rindiia to have it. Another of the minor bits of spite he had toward her. These two issues weighed about equally in his mind.<br/><br/>With one ear toward the alpha's speech, he mulled over a last series of thoughts. He could see the glory and the battles to come! How much fun it would be to spill the blood of dragons. Finally, nose to the sky, he spoke his thoughts before they could get away from him. "Rip it apart!" Then he rose, his wings spreading and plunged his muzzle into the exposed underbelly of the little dragon. Yes, it was certainly right that they all should share, he thought as tore out lengths of innards, staining the ground and shining his fur with the first of the blood.