"I know it’s not exactly the same! I have friends who are thestrals. I know what they're like when they stupidly go without food for too long. It certainly isn't how Thorax described you." He grumbled and muttered in French and rubbed down his face. "Do you know how lucky you are she thinks it was a thestral? Shocks is big in this city. A lot of friends, a lot of influence. More specifically, she's one of my friends. You couldn't have known, but that still— I mean it doesn't— Stars damn it, Handy! Right, next time you get hungry in my city, tell me, and I'll point you in the direction of ponies you're not supposed to cross. Now I have to send missives to every thestral friend I have to stay away from the city for the next, oh I don't know, forever, because of the stunt you pulled."