"Guarding, yes," Dread agreed, amiably enough. He watched as the eagle glided down, and started to lay his head down. He was watching Huckleberry stroll up, rather absently.

Dread almost immediately lifted his head back up, blinking quizzically down and staring, as Huckleberry spoke. Why was it addressing him? Some part of him rankled up an annoyance, the spines along his neck rising, but then he felt the thrill of power as the stranger cowered away.

It made him feel good.

He looked down to where Envy sat upon the throne, and the others stood around offering their gifts. He spoke loudly, ember eyes narrowing on Glory's gift, too, so that he was almost distracted by this shiny.

"LITTLE GREEN ONE," he called down, perhaps... too loudly. "This is the one that is not to be eaten?"

When no one answered him, he turned and curled up to watch the proceedings in silence.