"Fuh, he wouldn't even make a decent snack," Glory retorts, glaring after the Hunter and his friends as they take off. Part of her is glad she can understand what they're saying about her - about dragons. Another part wishes they'd stayed indecipherable squeaking noises. She lowers her head to glance at Sync.

"You and Gale OK?"

Glimmer has puffed herself up on top of Glory's head and is making little growly noises at the retreating Hunters.