Swiftcurrent Creek Dragonborn

Nothing except, perhaps, his willful sister. Mae was on a mission today. Thus far she had found no purpose for the smaller versions of the being that she had come to associate with food. They were very similar, only writ small and entirely useless. As far as she could tell.

Curious and quite determined, Mae wriggled over to one of them and stretched her mouth wide. The pink of her maw descended in slow motion, the very picture of psychological horror, until it fell upon his face. And then she tried to gum him to death.