[open] Ice cream, you scream

[Stalag]

s t a l a g . He watched with dark, impassive eyes as the dragons came.  Yet he did not take off in pursuit of the creatures.  Mother-master had not yet called him forth to act.  So far, he sees no reason to do so.  The attack has been feeble.  It would not be the first time Pangea has flooded, nor would it be the last.  But it would certainly ensure a fruitful spring.  The equine part of his mind mulls over the futility of this action - knowing very well that all that was done could be so easily un-done. The monster doesn’t care either way.  It simply hisses at the foreign scents filling his nostrils - wanting nothing more than to separate flesh from bone and feast upon those who are not welcome here.  He presses down the instinct.  Now is not the time. Not yet, at least. It would be foolish to think that Anaxarete would leave Pangea undefended. And while Stalag watched as the children - children that shared a blood relation to him through the shadowmare herself - splashed in the swelling river he did not summon his Monster-mother and her other companions who still lingered here in Pangea. It would certainly be foolish to assume that aliens could not swim. He stands upriver of the children - unwilling to ruin their fun but staying close enough to intervene if there is trouble.  He can taste the salt on the air.  Idly, he spears a large, saltwater fish with his knife-like tail, throwing his catch to the shore with a single flick.  Sharp, other-worldly teeth tear into the flesh of the rare delicacy provided by the invaders.  He readjusts his great leathery wings against his armored sides - watching, waiting, and silently pondering whether or not he should take advantage of the opportunity for another saltwater snack. the beast howls in my veins.

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Tl;dr: Stalag is here watching. He’s mentally connected to Anaxarete and is just keeping an eye on things. You know, in case he has to call his relatives to an impromptu family reunion.