*Alger licks the owly flavor from his lips as Hoot drops down all the way into his belly.  He slithers towards her, easily towering over the poor girl.*<br/><br/>sssss, mmmmmm, you're little owl wasssss tasssssty, but not nearly -filling- enough.<br/><br/>*he notices her eyeing the window, and suddenly shoots a flash of water towards it, freezing it, and cutting off her only hope of escape*<br/><br/>Can't have my lunch running off.....