Czernobog, still paddling in the shallows of the murky swamp water, was oblivious to much of what the adults were saying. Big ones. Protect. Train. Hunt. The last words caught his attention, and the piglet swam to shore, hooves tapping across the muck, shaking his short, pitch-black wire coat free of the muddy water. Hunt. He knew that word, what it meant, and the boar swallowed back a wave of hungry salivation, the taste of spider clear in his admittedly primitive mind. Still, the thought hit - was he a "big one?" Peering down at his own body in befuddlement, the beast-in-training was stunned to find that he had, indeed, grown. The boar, tusks glinting in the mellow, foggy light, was at least one hundred and fifty pounds, now, legs short but powerful, hooves and teeth sharp and dense, enough to break through bone.

A pleased snort escaped it, and Czernobog glanced about, wanting to find some way to prove that he could, indeed, help in some way, that he was "big" like Dragon wanted. The little bat, who had fallen from the sky after the grand-boat had left, was nearby, and began to speak up, voice soft. The pig hopped forward, completely unaware of just how intimidating the playful action might be to someone so small, ears pitched forward and tail wagging. "Heeeeeeelp?" Apparently the words plant and help had caught the monster's attention, and he shook a hoof in example, showing off the sprout bursting forth from his skin, rooted deep into muscular tissue. "Help!"

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Jaw hanging open with excitement, it was easy to see that the boar's tusks seemed to glow a mellow sea green - if you had eyes, that is. As soon as the glow receded, the plant within the babe's leg began to grow, almost seeming to dance towards Tal'at, burrowing out of the hog's skin just long enough to tap playfully at the bat's ears and cheeks, as if in some odd greeting.