Tongue

Teeth and Tongue are an inseperable duo: with an unkind, scheming and just generally unpleasant dragon combined with a drooling, snarling mess (complete with yellowed hide and claws) the two came together through a mix of avoidance by the others and sheer magnetism.

The two are the only meat hunters in the lair. The sheer volume of meat that they bring in however, means that even though half of it comes infected, torn apart, half eaten and generally unusable, the rest is still enough to feed the lair. They hunt with simple savagery combined with their breeds typical high stamina and speed, and even though their prominant hides mean that prey tends to see them a mile away, they usually make the kill.

Tongue is not approached by any dragon other than Teeth largely because of his sheer stench: large amounts of his prey tend to find themself being worn on his body, and as he never bothers to clean them, he carries a consistant scent of rotting meat. He is by most definitions a prime example of a dragon born into plague - leaving a constant trail of drool wherever he goes, his scales often flaked and yellowed and what little fur surrounds his chest consistantly matted. While his eyes are bright with the clear sign of intelligence, he speaks often in garbled messes of word salad, his mind rarely focused on any task at hand.