"C'mon, Dro," Magnus says, gesturing her from her spot under one of the long tables. "We're going outside."

Her talons clack against the ground as she follows them out of the greenhouse, and then she's off like a rocket, running toward Mothwing's den.

"...I guess she's in the mood for fish, then," Magnus laughs, and gestures for Laertes to follow him toward his camp.