"Well, I would... But you actually managed your own weight in prey," he tells him, patting him gently on the back so as not to hurt him, but to congratulate him. "In any case, trading one dino for eleven others is a pretty good swap in my book. I'm sure I can convince Zavvnao to let you join our pack if you want." His stomach gives a loud gurgle as it begins working at the prey he had kept inside him.