Martin glanced over to his mother's evident pride and smiled, trying to flap his wings again, but at present he seemed too tired to repeat the effort as he joined his sister, who Lockheed was amused was giving the crab a irritated look as it scuttled away. In fact he realised that some mild wisps of smoke had merged from her tiny snout.

"They're already being impressive, it seems, my love. So what do yeh wanna do now?" They'd got a little picnic ready for themselves and whilst Dinah and Martin did drink their mother's milk they were able to eat small solid pieces already.