"Yeah...he did want to eat us." Pip hadn't thought about that; he had assumed Geno ate for the same reason as the bear. The wolverinefolk was nasty and selfish; he would eat his whole family without a pang of remorse...but Geno was different, he had a heart. Pip takes a step closer, then another. He was starting to understand.<br/><br/>"So you...<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>eat bad guys?" The wolverinefolk senses the churning slowing down and kicks violently, causing the bulge to jostle. Pip sees this and remembers the look of hateful malice he had seen on the wolverine's face and compares it to Geno's look of empathy and guilt. He didn't want to see the former face ever again.<br/><br/>"No...don't let him out," he nods, his voice taking on a stronger tone, "that's where he deserves to be. You eat vegetables, dragon eats vegetables. You eat mice, dragon eats you!" He laughs, finally feeling safe around the predator--<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>safe, even, realizing that bad predators couldn't get him as long as Geno was around to eat them.<br/><br/>Still...he can't help but stare at the bulge. He finds himself trying to imagine what it must be like inside right now...what it must have been like to be eaten...and the idea exites him for reasons he doesn't understand. He steps closer, his ears not even coming up to the dragonfolk's waist, and looks up sheepishly. "Can I...feel it?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>Takal sees a weaselfolk in leather armor carrying a punching dagger and a buckler, a hyenafolk in chainmail with a handaxe on his belt, and a camoflagued lizardfolk wearing a familiar spiked mask. All three are holding mousefolk-sized sacks.<br/><br/>[hyenafolk spot: 1d20(17)+9=26; DC=27; fail]<br/>[weaselfolk spot: 1d20(6)+8=14; DC=27; fail]<br/><br/>The two are busy trying to come up with a plan, and do not notice the afro that creeps over the edge of a nearby roof. [Mowler can make a listen or spot check also]<br/><br/><br/><br/>Lilandra finds the weretiger meat to be tough and slightly gamey, but rich in flavor. The feline had been eating well before he died.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The mice bandaging Grai act as though they are attending to royalty, showering him with praise and thanks. He learns from one of them that the mouse he rescued is doing fine, though he will be bald for a month or two.