Rizon shook his head. “Don’t even bother going to the effort. You can just continue grinding food like you did here.” He stuffed another lump of meat-mush into the male hatchling’s mouth, smirking when the baby began to slow down because of fullness.
“We take hunting parties out,” He said quickly. “Your rank means you’d get first pick… or near first pick.” He grinned. “Seriously, flaunt your rank. Get good food for these guys.”
He quickly added, “Oh and if you want a babysitter… I know how to take care of baby dragons.”