Oh dear.
Well, she probably shouldn't have said anything.
"It's still another hours walk to the city, just about. We could settle down here or somewhere slightly drier for the time being? Because I don't know about you, but I think Mull's going to resort to cannibalism if he doesn't get something to eat soon. And I think we could all use a break from walking or flying or whatever other mode of transportation we used," she says, and Mull agrees with a loud shree.
"Alright, alright, I'll get some food in you- calm down you little tyrant," she glares at the little Griffin as she sets him in the grass.
It takes all of three seconds for him to go bolting in the other direction after some small rodent or even just a bug.
Caitlin stares after him for a second before heaving out a large sigh.
Griffins.
She slides her backpack off in front of her, gently setting Chestley on the grass- the Pygmy protests the wetness, but he seems to enjoy the opportunity to stretch his tiny legs.