[ Much like his partner, Sholmes' mind latches onto that juicy bit of information and begins gnawing away. Unique chemical properties? Or is that too mundane? Maybe something more ephemeral. Something beyond the physical sciences as he understands them? This dreamotion energy that pervades this world ... ?

The thoughts flow until he's distracted by the mental image of the poor Mikotobas greeted with the grisly sight of a fresh deer carcass on their doorstep. He can't suppress a chuckle at the thought. ]

So cats aren't the only creatures wont to provide their masters with fresh-caught morsels. [ He watches the dragon dart ahead through the forest with ease. ] Pray, Mr. Seventy-Six, what are the chances that Miss Blue can bag another floral deer on this excursion? It would be useful to have a fresh specimen for full analysis.