quote Goblin:<br/>Sometimes Kish would spend weeks or even months up in the mountains alone. No one knew why. He never talked about it. Never even mentioned the trip once when heâ€™d return. Heâ€™d pick right back up on his usual routines like heâ€™d never left.<br/><br/>As Kish trotted nearer to pack lands, his high, quivering, trumpeting howl sounded out to announce his return. So he wouldnâ€™t be mistaken for an outsider. Dragon scent came with him. It was only a little one. Kish had watched the dragons for decades. It was what he did up there. He chose a spot, hunkered down, and observed. For a long time, heâ€™d been trying to figure out how to kill them. But no chance had ever presented itself.<br/><br/>However, Kish was a clever beast and rather stubborn. So he kept going back. And this last time it had paid off. One of the little ones had gone and wandered off alone. At first, Kish had thought to simply kill it and eat it. He would take part of it back to show to the pack. Or maybe just to keep for himself. But he couldnâ€™t make up his mind. Not a rare occurrence with him. What he did decide was that it was certainly an impressive feat that heâ€™d managed. And that he shouldnâ€™t stay in dragon lands any longer.<br/><br/>Now, with small dragon securely positioned between his wings, he loped up to the base of the cliff where he knew Riamost made his den. There he shook himself, dropping the little dragon onto the ground. It lacked wings. Kish had bitten them off so it wouldnâ€™t try to fly away. Its paws were dealt with in almost the same manner, tendons chewed apart to make walking impossible. For some reason, the little thing couldnâ€™t even make a sound.<br/><br/>â€œCome see what Iâ€™ve got!â€ He called out to those who might still be around, still be sleeping, or might have chosen to ignore his announced return. And just in case, another bone chilling howl ripped from his throat, this one more joyful and full of self pleased hilarity than the previous.