One mouse was as good as another to the young gryphon. She was still only the size of a house cat, and young enough that not every hunt was successful, but practice made perfect as the saying went, and she practiced diligently as a growing predator to learn how to feed herself and her family. Jigano had taught her to hunt, and she didn't want to let him down!
This was, however, the first time that a mouse had done something other than run or die obligingly between her owlish foretalons or beak, and Isuma found herself scrambling back, wings spread wide for balance, as the mouse became a boy who was much larger than her, practically beneath her! Wide golden eyes took in the transformation, startled and a little frightened but also intensely curious, and her strong emotions called Jigano's attention to the pair.
A dark brow arched at the boy's hostile tone towards the confused young creature, and he cleared his throat as he ambled over, bending down so Isuma could scamper up his arm and hide her fluffy little head against his neck, seeking comfort. "What do you mean you're not food?" he asked curiously, reaching up to stroke the gryphon and gently teasing forth the images of her memories until he'd pieced together what had happened. "Mouse or man, there are no shortage of creatures that would make a meal of either form." He narrowed his eyes at the boy, but reminded himself to be patient with the youngster in spite of the rudeness he had shown.
"Did you ever consider that the vampire gourds probably say the same thing about you when you're nibbling the seeds of their children?" he asked dryly.
This was, however, the first time that a mouse had done something other than run or die obligingly between her owlish foretalons or beak, and Isuma found herself scrambling back, wings spread wide for balance, as the mouse became a boy who was much larger than her, practically beneath her! Wide golden eyes took in the transformation, startled and a little frightened but also intensely curious, and her strong emotions called Jigano's attention to the pair.
A dark brow arched at the boy's hostile tone towards the confused young creature, and he cleared his throat as he ambled over, bending down so Isuma could scamper up his arm and hide her fluffy little head against his neck, seeking comfort. "What do you mean you're not food?" he asked curiously, reaching up to stroke the gryphon and gently teasing forth the images of her memories until he'd pieced together what had happened. "Mouse or man, there are no shortage of creatures that would make a meal of either form." He narrowed his eyes at the boy, but reminded himself to be patient with the youngster in spite of the rudeness he had shown.
"Did you ever consider that the vampire gourds probably say the same thing about you when you're nibbling the seeds of their children?" he asked dryly.
