The Male Madness

Au'dtair watched as his pet appeared on top of the dead zmaj. He stood frozen as it tried to release its blades from the creature's head with no luck. Wondering if he was going to have to go help, his pet quickly proved its intelligence by retracting the blades. However, it didn't appear to be to happy to be covered in the blood of its prey.

His pet was definitely a study in contradictions. It seemed too stupid to live sometimes, needed more resources than any other creature he had ever seen, and yet managed to kill a zmaj. Something that most hunters were not able to do.

Au'dtair smirked under his helmet as he watched its armor disappear. The voragyvis was clung onto its back, and yet, his pet didn't seem to be concerned, even going as far as… pressing its lips to the voragyvis' head? What type of gesture was that? Was that what it required as a pet and gave it to another in consolation? He would have to think about that particular gesture.