The weasel squeaked “oh yeah, my names Weasel” he said as he eyed the dragon, his tip peeking out of his sheath as he listened to you talk, his ears and eye bowls rose just a bit when you talked about a maw in your killers tail, he instinctively grabbed his own and looked down at the end, part of his mind just making sure he didn’t have a mouth of his own there. He shrugged and let go of his tail “so there’s a magic field around here that reforms every one? What if we can already reform our selves?” he asked, the light gleaming off his features now, his taunt belly, firm downy chest and plump fuzzy package between his legs, his limbs weren’t overly muscular, but there was definitely a good amount of meat there. The Weasel’s head was cock to one side as his whiskers twitched, listening for your answer.