"Perhaps it is best to show you," he says as he picks up a dry stick from the ground.

Then he raises his voice in Song, a simple one and one that comes easily to him. A Song of fire and heat and soon enough a small flame has sprung to life on the top of the stick.

"Like that," he says and then he snuffs out the flame by grinding the stick into the dirt. "Would he be able to feed on something like that?"