Bruno

"7-foot frame," the hatchling chortles.
"12 actually," the tundra sighs, earning a curious look in his direction.
"Rats along his back," another hatchling joins in.
"They're mice, thank you very much," the tundra glances back at the small mice playing amongst his fluff.
"When he calls your name, it all fades to black," the first hatchling seems to be picking up on something and grins at the tundra.
"I don't even know your name, child," he grumbles as he starts to walk away.
"Yeah, he sees your dreams," the second child scampers after him.
"If I could do that, I wouldn't be farming the land like I am," the tundra looks around to see if anyone is paying them any attention; but no one seems to be around.
"And feasts on your screams!" the first hatchling is putting all of his energy into the song now, causing the older tundra to sigh again.
"Just plants here," he says, giving into the two children's singing. The two look at each other with wide grins and then look back at the tundra.
"We don't talk about Bruno!!" the two yell out and then burst into laughter as they run away. The tundra sighs as he looks after them and then shakes his head with a small smile before resuming his walk back to his farmland.