By the third bounce, Aurican had changed shape from an old man to a full grown dragon skidding down the icy hillside. When he finally slowed to a halt, he immediately changed tactics from diplomacy to outright aggression in handling the yetis.

Not even bothering to roar his outrage, he raced back to the cave and the yetis; and when one yeti closest to him turned, Aurican leapt on top of it, powerful jaws clamping down onto its throat, dragging it away from the cave and its fellows. Aurican can taste the blood already seeping out and into his jaws, splattering onto the snow like a mad dash of red paint upon its blank canvas. Aurican's victim barely made any noise, but its fellows certainly noticed, turning to face this unexpected threat.