Moon grinned, glancing back at his two companions still devouring their meals, the serpent's corpse and the Surpasser body shrinking steadily under their appetites.
Not a bad day's work.
He finished gathering the last of the hoard and turned to take in the dead basin one more time, already wondering what other ancient monsters this island still hid in its unexplored depths.
Once his two pets had eaten their fill, Moon continued the hunt without wasting any time, the three of them pressing deeper into the island.
He made a point of keeping the journey fun for his companions, chatting with them as they walked, keeping their spirits up, and, on a whim, trying to teach them phrases to speak through their mental connections.
After many hours of training woven into their travels, Mirage finally mastered his first phrase.
the white steed intoned proudly through their link.
