Teresa: I see… So, he is yours as in “your son”. Well, I must admit, you do not look like a likely canidate for a assisting hand in raising a hatchling. *she shakes her head and decides that she has pried enough into the subject. Instead, she chooses to focus on the fact that Zack was flying toward her home* What exactly were you coming here to look for? I know you were heading this way. That much was obvious.