oh my god, this is my song

Him and Drago wanted to explore a bit. And so, the two side by side, made their way across the lands until they came to a beautiful place...Valhalla's old heaven. Wolfpaw Lake. Drago wasn't very exhausted but Ixionn's feet hurt and he was so hungry. His friend was also pretty hungry...so the two agreed to part ways to find something to eat. But they'd reunite once they filled their bellies. Drago was sure a nice little traveling buddy. The two talked about each others families and how they grew up on the way. Ixionn even sung for awhile. It wasn't very good singing...but eh. At least his friend liked it!
Ixionn casually slithered his way over to the large lake, paws gracing the earth and squishing the soft grass as he neared the quiet water. He figured he'd fish a bit. The boy has never tried fish but they seemed tasty enough...and he had pretty quick paws! The masked prince slowly leaned over the edge of the lake, staring in with a sly smile. He would sit for a moment and stare into the water...until suddenly, a fish came to the surface. Ixionn dove into the grass and hid his face...but relaxed his eyes onto the shiny moving figure.
It either did not notice him, or ignored him, because it just continued to drift by casually. The young man took this into advantage. His red eyes never left the fish...not once. But after a moment or two, his upper body flung down to the water and he snapped his jaws around the fish, paws gripping at the ground to keep his balance. He slowly pulled up and felt the fish wriggle frantically in his mouth. It forced him down onto the ground and he fought to keep it still. But it just kept moving and squirming. It's tail fin, too, kept slapping his nose.
Finally the boy tossed it out into the grass with a gasp, growling with frustration as it continued to wriggle around and jump along the earth. Ixionn made his way forward and threw his paws down onto it's eyes. Then, he grasped it's tail fin and beat it against the nearest rock until it was a bloody pulp. It seemed to stop thrashing...which made the prince hopeful. But it took more than several minutes for it to completely die. In that time frame, his blue iguana returned, legs moving across the ground fleetingly.
Drago crawled up his tail and made his way up onto Ixionn's back, long toes clutching his neck. He laughed softly and patted at his shoulder with his long tail. "I'm stuffed!" His strange eyes seemed to scan the distance, a confused look playing along his face. "Did you have any luck catchin' something for yourself, Ixionn?" Ixionn laughed and smirked, tail waggling behind him as he gestured toward his beaten fish. Drago gaped and slowly hid his face in the russet fur of the boy. "That thing wouldn't give up!" The iguana made a fake, playful gagging sound. "Ixionn, that is disgusting! I can even smell that nasty combination of blood and fish!" He cried out and crawled up onto the boy's head, staring down at the dead fish.
The boy giggled and rocked from side to side, tail still wagging in the air like a flag. He stuck his tongue out. "I don't think it's that bad...but hey, ya'wanna share?" Ixionn smiled up at his blue friend. Drago just snorted and hissed, sprawling out across the head of the young boy. "Maybe once I'm dead you can stuff a piece in my mouth! That is nasty!" The prince giggled and shrugged, staring down at his meal and slowly leaning down to lick off some of the lingering blood.
"Speech"
'thoughts'