"Little one will suffice. It make good meal"
the lizard thought as it ran to its den. It had flicked the tiny creature with its tail to check if it was dead. It wasn't, so he had bit it and injected it with its paralyzing venom. He didn't think the newborn creature could fight him off, but a predator of his stature couldn't afford to take chances. It was small, only about one and a half feet long with a slender body and blunt claws. It was by no means a fearsome predator. However it was crafty; a survivor.
This spicy little snack it had found was only about half its size, and blind as a bat. At first he thought it to be dangerous due to the rage it emitted upon its birth, but that must've been a mistake. Surely it was the mother who had created such a wave, for this little cub was so weak it could barely walk. This was an easy meal. A true golden egg in his environment. He would enjoy his meal. Of that he was certain.