The thestral watched curiously as the little humans started laying out a meal for him. Was this a sign of worship? Were they worshipping him? It wouldn't surprise him if they did.

He eyed off the chunk of dragon flesh in the mans hand. It did look rather good, it smelt good too.

Slowly, he took a few steps toward him, elongating his neck so that he wouldn't get too close.

Locking it inbetween his teeth he yanked the meat from the mans hand, resulting in bloody juice flying in the little human girls' direction.