Heron Lake Plateau Something smells fishy

Tywyll remained puffed and arrogant, blue eyes staring Screech down relentlessly without answering the question asked. The response wasn't one he had expected, a new crearture was named, one called a monster. His eyes went wide and he inhaled, tail dropping for a second as he feared he had made a stupid choice by rolling in the putrid mess of rotting fish. Then he gave Screech a once over and decided he didn't want to look small and scared in front of him so he snorted. "I faced a scary monster once" he said, a total truth in his eyes. Of course he was speaking about the eagle, not really a monster in reality but to Tywyll it surely counted. Then he began to feel the need to brag a bit so he lifted his chin and tail "Big claws and nasty sharb beaked thing. I can take on a...a mega rex...or whatever!" he said proudly, stumbling over the word before simply giving up and resuming his childish front of big bad tough guy. Then he stared at Screech's missing eye and settled down a bit, sobering slightly. "Is that what got your eye mister?" he asked curiously.