And this flap goes there, and this other bit gets peeled off here and then a pin and....
"Yay! All done with the setup. How's it feel?" Bonesaw asks her patient.
"At least a hundred feet and probably a bunch more, though it'll depend on how some additional work Melkor and I are doing goes."
"Wow! He's gonna be really hard to carry around then, I hope he doesn't like it enough to try insisting at that point!"
"Mostly he walks around even if he's not fast at it yet."
Bonesaw puts him down and walks him back and forth down the hallway to demonstrate, holding the end of the leash in her hand as she does.
"Oh oh! Uh." where's an orc - how are there not orcs here.
"I need an orc," she tells the orf.
Bonesaw waits impatiently until the orc arrives and then grabs them by the hand once they do show up.
She holds the hand out a few feet from the dragon's snout.
"Who wants a treat?"
Glaurung looks annoyed for a second and then, after inhaling deeply, hiccups out a little burst of smoke and fire.
"Good boy!!" says Bonesaw, pulling the orc to within chomping of distance of the very deserving baby dragon.
He darts at the offered treat and chomps.
He can't actually get a clean break but with him pulling the treat back down and his Bonesaw pulling in the opposite direction he can manage to pull a finger off the orc to gnaw on happily.
"He spat fire! That's so cool!"
The orc is just gonna sway on the spot in case that wasn't it, bleeding on the floor.
"Yeah! He's going to be able to breathe a bunch of fire hot enough to melt steel when he's older but right now he's still learning."