Jambu is a chill but also quite a curious, and dare I say even kinky rainwing. When an inexplicably small dragon approached him and fixated on his maw, the pink princely dragon couldn't help but oblige without a question, opening his jaws for the strange micro admirer. He could feel the predatory instincts his tribe had all but abandoned kicking in. One thing led to another and Jambu really just couldn't stop himself from devouring the little guy. It was enthralling. Arousing even. And the small dragon seemed to enjoy it too? They didn't put up much of a fight. All it took was a few strong gulps to finish the job. The rainwing prince found the tiny dragon snack strangely satisfying. They tasted like a fruit salad that moved. Did all dragon's scales taste like fruit? Or other foods? He'd have to try it again, maybe even introduce his dear pineapple to the strange delicacy. The little snack dragon would probably be fine, and almost certainly be willing to be preyed upon once more right? Or he could surely find another willing participant small enough to fit between his jaws, he thought. But as the high and adrenaline from his live meal wore off, he decided such things would have to wait. And as his living snack gave a couple more weak squirms and kicks, Jambu hastily retreated to his favorite branch to get some all-important midday sun time.