Galakron the Namegiver

"Here, a little bit more to the west..."

"Chirp."

"Yes, Tantrum, this is where you buried that walnut, no I don't intent to steal it, don't worry, I'm more interested in those boomsticks..."

"Chit chit."

"Yes, yes, these are bad news, trust me, now you say you've seen more? Where? Oh, up the slope? That close?"

"Chit chit."

"That's not good news Tantrum, those are nanoswarmed places."

"Yeah, there are bugs there, don't go there or your mate either."

"Chip chip."

"Yeah, the view is nice, but the bugs wreck everything, and mind the trees, I know some of those walnuts have been old since before the Isolation, but that don't mean they're safe."

"Chit chit chit."

"Yes, the two legs call this the golden square mile, it's the best place to build a nest..."

"Chit chit chit."

"Yeah, I live there, and your point?"

"Chit Chit."

"I have a Safe nest, Tantrum. Oh, do you see, Tantrum, we have a guest."

"Chit Chit."

"Galakron Namegiver, I salute thee. Extinguished any fires lately?"

"No, thankfully."

"Good, I'd hate to have to punish you again. Fire and destruction are part of the cycles of nature, just as Ursines, Dragons and Unicorns are."