Sephiroth reached down and tried to pick up the male hatchling. But every time he tried, the hatchling would just try to keep himself squashed down against the mat, not wanting to move at all. His father quietly sighed and stood up to begin rolling up the mat, figuring that would get the youngster off.
The male immediately reacted to the shifting of the mat by bolting into the corner. The tiniest frightened hiss escaped his maw, and then he turned his head towards the entry to the house, clumsily running out.
Sephiroth scowled as he watched the hatchling run off and quickly moved after him. “Come back!”