Ixo popped his armored head into the cavern. "Elder Hairou, I mean no disrespect, but there isn't much time for chatter. The invasion should be leaving at any moment, and we have to get these two tailing it as quickly as possible."
"Oh, all right," the blind Sandshark sighed. "But I'm staying right here in the meantime, just in case something goes wrong."
The Fire dragons wolfed down the mountain goat at light speed. Its meat was cold, hard, and fairly bloodless from sitting in the storage caves, but it was still food. In a matter of moments, all that was left of the creature was a stripped carcass. Telufahn let out a loud sigh of contentment once the meal was done, while Trattam lied down to let his stomach digest. Hairou looked quite pleased that they enjoyed the food.
Ixo had left on a quick reconnaissance trip while the two were eating. He returned shortly after they finished, wearing a serious expression. "My tribemates have left the territory," he announced. "It's time that we leave."
"Oof," Telufahn squeaked, "Now I'm scared I won't be able to run because of the food! My belly might get upset..."
"Like it or not," Trattam chided, "we need to depart. There's a battle on the horizon, and we can't trouble these good Earth dragons further." The Frost paused to bow deeply to Ixo and Hairou. "We are indebted to you. Once all this is over, I will make sure to repay your kindness."
"Oh, don't bother yourself with it," Hairou replied, waving his tail dismissively. "Just defeat Merylus. That's all I ask of you."