"Yeah, that makes sense," Magnus says, stretching... and clocking the mischief in Drosera's eyes. "Dro, go catch some fish for dinner, okay? We can give some to Mothwing and Angus."

angus!!!!!!!!!! Drosera shrieks, and she lopes off toward the sea, shaking snow off her feathers and fur as she runs.

"Angus," Magnus tells the new guy, "is this total dickhead of a tomcat, but Dro has the biggest crush on him." He adds, in stage-whisper, "I keep waiting for her to outgrow it."