Reaper was ready to head home. He walked beside Slygotha. It had been a productive evening and dawn was on the horizon. For the jungle was coming to life with a whole new symphonic sounds, as the nocturnal inhabitants sought their refuge from the fast approaching light and the day time inhabitants took over. Reaper bent to nuzzle the wyrmlings as they also circled under and around him as they all journeyed towards the water's edge.
At the river's edge, Slygotha waded purposefully into the deepest parts of the wide, slow jungle river. Her serpentine figure slipped noiselessly through the muddy water as her third eyelid sealed out the murk so she could see clearly. She continued to vocalize underwater to keep her tired wyrmlings nearby for the journey. Trogdor clung to her back between her wings.