"He was," Blaze says simply, making sure the knitwear is tugged securely down before she leans over to scoop up a few bits of meat, nodding at his comments. She and Ghost still have a lot to learn about his world in turn, but it sounds unfriendly even by the standards of a Guardian living on post-Collapse Earth.

"All right, then." It's not as though she has to worry about her fingers getting nipped. But she's always a bit hesitant interacting with small animals. And large animals, to be honest. Cautiously, she offers up one of the meaty chunks to the owl-griffin on his left shoulder, trying to mimic the way she glimpsed Paul doing it. "Here you go, little friend..."