Gwyntaan crooned at the head-rubbing and the compliment.  While it was true that he had taken his fill of fish, he had no problem with showing off how right Captain's assessment was.  He uncurled his tail and flowed smoothly out to the flight-deck to launch himself once more into the sky.<br/><br/>Once airborne, he quickly found a thermal and circled the ship, looking for the most promising hunting grounds.  There were a few areas where light came from the ground - while that might improve his ability to<em>see</em>prey, it also struck the dragon as very unnatural.  Some of Captain's brews had had that quality, and Gwyntaan vividly remembered one that had glowed as brightly as the furnace even<em>before</em>being consigned to the flames.  His nose twitched in memory of that particular failure.  It might have made a good source of illumination, if not for the smell.<br/><br/>Some distance from the ship, he spotted a cluster of<em>something</em>that was not glowing.  Prey tended to like dark places.  It was harder for sight-hunters to find them there, but Gwyntaan used more than one sense to seek out food.  He altered his flight path, swerving in a lazy figure eight between the cluster and the ship.  He had a hunting partner for this trip, and part of that tacit agreement included communicating where the hunting grounds were.  Since Captain could not fly on his own, this would definitely take some getting used to.