Frogspawn Swamp The Ultimate Wrench

Admittedly it was the most alien thing Wraen had ever seen in her life. There was a pungent smell of a living thing and fatty fumes all over the metal corpus of the object. Which despite it's scent was cold and lifeless. The Sovereign cocked her head to the side, brow furrowed and tried to put two and two together. She knew a difference between a corpse and breathing, moving body. However, this combination of fresh aroma and oddness of the thing did not make any sense to her. Hmmm...

Someone else had been around, when the airplane had flown over-head. Wraen looked up, wagged her tail and smiled in welcome at Penn. She noted that the Blackthorn fellow had grown quite a bit. No longer the pudgy, rowdy, dragon-fighting-machine he had been as a kid. Now he was tall, adult-like, still rowdy and still keen on fighting. His siblings though, which were more easily accessible than real life dragons. "I have not the slightest idea," Wraen shrugged. 

Then she leaned down to give another thorough sniff of it, touched it accidentaly and once again the thing went off with a bright flash and a quick click-click sound. Wraen recoiled and bared her teeth at the offensive thing.