The poor boy had never found anyone with a better sense of hearing or smell than himself, but this lizard had caught him easily. And from the conversation earlier, he was sure that this was not a good thing, at all. And when it came down to direct confrentation, the poor mouse boy had absolutely no way to defend himself.<br/>He looked up at the monsterous lizard, fear gripping him as tightly as the tail holding him in place. He sniffed at the smells in the air instinctively, as if hoping for a way out, but he could not find any such way. He looked up at the massive lizard and said in a small, stuttering voice, "What... what do you want from me?"<br/>The boy dreaded the answer. He begged and prayed that it wasn't what he guessed it would be.