Mirokha suddenly stepped forward. Natural curiosity overcame fear. He had long wanted to take a closer look at these creatures. He squatted down. He carefully poked his finger into the scaly skin. The scales bent. “Soft,” Miroha said in surprise. Emboldened, he pulled the creature by the paw, clicked on the claw, and when he moved to the tail, the commander could not stand it. “Leave it alone,” he barked, “this is not a toy for you, after all!” If you like it so much, then carry it yourself.