Ancalagon leaps down from Shyrath's back, and rubs her neck as he looks at the forest, thinking about what is likely to be in there. He glances at his mate, and says, "Yes, lets. I hunger to punish this one for her insolence."<br/><br/>Ancalagon's eyes practically glow in anticipation, and he walks into the forest, trusting that Shyrath's superior senses will alert her before they walk into an ambush.