The psuedodragon fluttered down and glared at eye level at the kitsune. *I have to deal with HIM every day, in my head. You would be less than pleasant too. Ooooooh, food.*<br/><br/>He fluttered over to the oracle, and landed on the saddle, giving her massive eyes. Nameless gave his familiar an amused look. "Anything for jerky, huh?"<br/><br/>The psuedodragon was carefully ripping the first piece to pieces, pushing into the oracle's hand for firmer scratches. *Bite me, it has taste, which is more than what your rations can claim. And she is better than your last group. She isn't asking if I am edible yet.*