The dinosaur had lingered. It'd struggled to learn that the rest of this place wasn't like Lacerta. It'd really struggled. Everything here was smaller, delicate.

So, it watched. It'd lingered back when it'd caught sight of this fluffy thing, ducking behind the bones to watch her, squinting through the dark and straining its eyes.

Thankfully, it didn't take a genius to figure out the bone pillar was upsetting her, because if anyone came here looking for brains, they'd be sorely disappointed. Even a zombie would go hungry.

Well, it couldn't just sit there while it futility attacked the bone pillar, could it? It would show this fluffy person how to be strong how to be mighty so she too may survive Lacerta.

It charged from its hiding spot, bodily crushing the bone pillar as it slammed against it. Perhaps, the pillar didn't need as much force as the dinosaur had put into it. The small structure exploding into bone fragments as it threw itself at it, sending dust flying out.

Yes! Yes! Now the fluffy thing would know how to kill! Destroy!

Brother blinked owlishly at the fluffy gembound as it was gentle parented. Once she was done talking and asking it questions, it turned its head towards the destruction.

Ask before attacking? But that would give away the element of surprise. It didn't understand...

She was making noises at it and why did it understand what these noises meant? That required too much thought, so it chose not to think about it.

Instead, it leaned down to grasp a bone in one clawed 'hand', then turned it and set it upright. Balanced within the rubble, just a single pathetic bone sticking upright. There. It had remade the tower.

It looked back at the fluffy gembound, then pointed towards its recreation of the pillar.

It grumbled, a low sound in its throat, dewlap wobbling.

Yes! Yes! More destruction! The Howlite-thing had learned to destroy, he was so proud. She was learning so quickly. It was certain it could also do the pebble wobble thing too... Maybe if it stomped its feet hard enough.

Oh. She was talking to it again. Why did she want it to talk? It didn't see how that would help them have fun breaking things. It was already having fun.

It leaned down again to grasp the bone, setting it back upright once more in the pile of rubble and dutifully reset it for her.

Eventually, it grunted, "Brother." The words didn't quite leave its mouth right; it was slightly garbled, more of a growl than anything else. Then it immediately decided that this was exhausting and boring. Not nearly as fun as wrecking things.

So, it looked pointedly at the Howlite again, then the bone sat upright.

Internally, Brother groaned. Why did this Howlite-thing want to know so much? Why did she like talking to much? And what was an Overseer.

With a sigh, it shook its head. Making a short grunt, which may have meant 'no'. It had its pack, and it didn't need someone to oversee it or whatever an Overseer did.

Wordlessly, it reset the bone again for the Howlite-thing. Why did she have to speak? Was this not already fun? It shook its head again. Hopefully that would be enough to answer both her questions.

Brother blinked as it looked at the Howlite-thing. Why would someone forbid it from speaking? All these questions were beginning to make its head hurt. Why did she want it to think about these things?

It shook its head again. Then another time for the last question. "No." It grunted.

Once again, it set up the bone to be knocked over, idly wondering when it would be its turn again. He huffed through its nostrils before speaking once more. "Talk boring." It grumbled with all the elegance of a caveman.

It was feeling exhausted by this already.