Like a newborn pony foal with a pacifier, Chrysalis had clamped her jaws around two fingers while her forelegs were wrapped around the arm to pin it to her chest. A visible line of royal saliva dribbled down Mr Growl’s palm, and every so often the Queen’s teeth would lightly gnaw the hapless digits. It at least looked like Chrysalis was somewhat restrained, her fangs not seeming to cause any damage while she continued to peacefully nibble. 