Draiss managed to control his desire to sneer, and made the smartass comment, all he could do, replying, with a particularly blank smile, "No, but I have feeling you are going to tell me anyway."<br/><br/>One of the grunts stiffened, and Draiss idly brought his claws up to his face, examining them, and using the bone tip of his tail to clean under one claw. Both his claws and tail were razor sharp, and the grunts had learned to respect them, despite him having barely even a fraction of his mother's power. The grunts took longer to heal their their girls, and all of them knew what had happened to the one grunt that had made the mistake of underestimating him, just because he was younger and weaker. He still had his claws, fangs, and tail, and an instinctive knowledge of how to use them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zelda sighed, and stood up, off the pallet on the floor, before stretching, wishing her stomach would stop growling. They never got enough food here, she thought, as she followed Sepia to the gathering room, still trying to wake up.