"We probably have a lot more dragons than you did," was the glib response. They had a ton. "And it worked. ...Until we figured out that we shouldn't kill them."

He was bristling. One part of him hated how he'd been treated, that he'd ever been an oddball. The other part of him just--his tribe was strong. That was just how it was in his eyes. He didn't like anyone saying a word against them.