In the wyrbeasts' room, Tiero sits back on his haunches and tosses a ball of paper to one of the kits. He jumps for it and rolls around, batting at it and generally making a mess.
"That's not much for tha to play with, is it?" Tiero says. It's not surprising that the kits are making mischief, given how bare the room is. Then he pauses. "Wait, what?" Why was there scrap paper on the floor? There's more by the back wall, where the den is too. With a sinking feeling, he scoots over and reaches under the first overhang. "Oh no..."
He pulls out what is left of a book, its cover thoroughly chewed and its pages tattered and half pulled out. He is too distressed even to notice that the pages are blank, and so Inric's voice comes as a shock, making him squeak in alarm.
"That is a training book."