Thag calmly watched as Violete ate some of the elk. Using his long hooked claw, he razored off a piece for himself also. Making short work of it. After he had his fill, he turned and walked a few feet away. Finding himself waiting in the sun letting it heat his scales, and letting it turn his dark gray scales to its beautiful silver. Stretchng out his wings and claws. Thag narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at Violette.<span style="color: #40FFFF">"So... Any siblings?"</span>