Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason shivered excitedly at the thought of the beast feeding on blood. He wondered how it just drank blood and not flesh. Perhaps it ate animals whole! Mason shivered again at the thought of the dragon’s eyes watching him, a shiver which ran through his fur to his tail tip, swishing his fluffy fur this way and that.
 
Trolls sounded very different to dragons. “Gross!” Mason exclaimed happily as he thought of a big stinky creature wallowing in a swamp. Names – Charon’s interjection had stopped them he thought. The idea of giving himself a spy codename was cool, but he felt his new friend deserved his true name. “I’m Mason. But I’d like a codename for when we’re on a mission huntin’ for the trolls.” Because, clearly, he was going to make Osprey take him on such a mission one day, now that she’d given him such knowledge. “How about if my codename should be… Whisper?” Ironic, given how chatty he was being now that the danger of Charon had passed. “And what should I call you so the troll doesn’t hear your real name?” Mason skipped sideways in a sort of jig so he could beam at her face as he waited.