The pig was right beside it, but he did insist on the wyrmling learning to hunt and fly, so at least it wouldn't plow face first into the side of the ship and then need to get fished out with a net. That would destroy its dignity and any chance of being taken seriously by the crew. At least, not without it killing a half dozen. He gave what pointers he could, but not being a dragon himself, his observations were more encouragements, though he was fast to poke holes in the wrymling's arrogance if it started getting too full of itself. He was careful to keep his resist fire spell ready, so that accidents wouldn't happen.<br/><br/>On the day of the kill, he applauded from his seat relatively nearby, not bothering to explain that he followed by the sound of its wings, and smiled, careful to not show his teeth. "Well done. Tomorrow we will be picked up by my ship. A couple points, just to make sure we know what we are getting into. If you have a grudge against the crew, you bring it to me, not attack them. I am the ultimate authority on the ship, and physical punishments are at my expressed command only. And refrain from fires please. Fires eat ships, and we get nothing for the hoard if they burn. And if you try to burn my ships, I will skin you, is that clear?"