Sleipnir was still asleep when his brother had woken up, still a little under Path's spell. His mind completely blank in a clam sleep. It wasn't until his father tickled his stomach did he squeal and open his eyes, giggling and squirming under his Daddy. Bright eyes staring up with adoration. He reached his arms out to Edge, tail slapping happily on the bed, unusually vocal, "Yes! Yes! Father said you would if we behaved! And we were very good!" His voice rivaled that of his brother's and in a fit of strength and a burst of energy, he sat up and crawled over Skylark, bouncing on the bed towards his Daddy. Wings fluttering excitedly. 

 His stomach gave a soft growl making him hesitate when he instinctively tried to find the nutrient source he had fed off of in the egg. Off course now he didn't have it now and would have to rely on solid foods, "Daddy! Daddy! I'm hungry, can I be fed?" 

 Up on the surface, claws dug deeply into the dry earth, heaving up great piles of dirt and tossing them aside. The earth was soaked with the vile blood of the monsters, but...there was an added colour. The brightest of red soaking into a broken oxygen tank and mask, weapons leaking fluid and broken into nothing but frayed wires lay near by. The dragon didn't care about them, working on the large crater he was now making, concentrating on getting deeper and deeper down. Where all the lost and forbidden things la, waiting to come back to power. By noon, the hole was a good 20ft deep. Enough for the day. He stood up and made his way home.