Slygotha was also pleased at Nevitha's tenacity, letting out a slight chuckle as Razeth realized what had happened. The look on his face as it dawned on him...
Gugol watched her surroundings like a fat lazy cat, not making a move until she knew it would produce results. She decided to retreat back into the water's edge, lazily floating like a twisted log, her leathery frills laid down against her head and neck, her eyes darting about for any ripples in the water. Eventually a very large fish came up next to her to claim a dragonfly that had been teasing along the water's surface, and, while it was thus occupied, she, in one smooth motion, caught the large slimy fish neatly in her jaws, bringing them closed like a steel trap. Tipping her head back, she gulped it down without too much trouble. Poor Trogdor tripped over many of the roots and branches, eventually causing Slygotha to place a heavy claw over him, picking the unfortunate runt up and placing him back on her back to stay for a while. He looked dejectedly at his foreclaws, unsure of how to win the Broodmother's approval. Nidhogg swiftly took to the skies, circling slowly to show what she had learned about hunting from the air, looking for slight movement in the land below. Soon, she spotted a flash of fur, something scurrying in the moonlight. Pulling her wings in, she went into a dive, driving her jaws and digging her teeth into the small furry animal.