The young dragon squeaked as Moth turned to give chase.

He could fly away--and he might, in a moment--but to do so now would rather ruin the game. Instead he bounded off, more clumsily on his wing-limbs, his tail briefly tapping over the ground. He then half-turned, offering up a bright squeak--only to see the rat cross their path.

At once his jaws snapped open and he leapt for it, heat coursing out and billowing over it in an attempt to stun it.

"GET IT!" he squeaked loudly, to Moth.

He took flight quickly, his little wings flapping as he lifted off to watch from above, but quickly lost sight of the thing. In his efforts to find them, he circled wider, but he had lost them--it would seem, for good.