We must feed, and when time was waning, I made the hasty decision of feasting on their Chieftain Harrog. They are not happy, and will hunt me for many weeks. Ignis was enraptured by Ralor's words, as he always is. Ralor's voice is one of deep wisdom, and Ignis is at the age when wisdom is needed most. I'm sure you could destroy them all.
Time passes and the two dragons feast on their lambs.
Ignis is ready to sleep after the meal and curls up with Ralor's Nine foot tail wrapped about him. Ignis, get up boy. Someone is outside the cave. No, there movement is organized. They are attempting to disguise their movement, but not that well.