A red-tailed hawk landed on his shoulder, which he moved to his forearm's vambrace. The hawk, one he raised from a chick, was a loyal companion to him. It would only listen to him if he called it. He was fond of it as it would help him hunt as needed. It was a tenacious companion and hadn't let him down yet.<br/><br/>"You won't have to worry about your animal friends, Milady," He said as he stroked the hawk with visible affection, "I have a few animal friends myself, as you can see."