Nhim only thinks about the bright light after she's taken down her cow of choice. She swallows a few gulps, then starts at a limping trot towards the source of the light. She'll come back for the cow later; the edge has been taken off her hunger for now.

The dragon might not be magic sensitive, but that doesn't stop her from taking a guess when she sees Willow. "A sorceress?" she guesses, stopping a few yards and pricking her ears forward.