Magnus lowers himself to the ground as Galahad draws, sprawling inelegantly for a moment before leaning over to pick some wildflowers. He starts weaving them together into an elaborate plait -- something to do with his hands as he scans for any other animals he can call over to Galahad.

Oh! There! A chipmunk! "Hey," Magnus calls, quietly. "Want some seeds?"

It seems the chipmunk does. It moseys closer, nose twitching.