"I can't believe it," Trahearne mutters quietly to himself. There were rangers on his world with a fair amount of magical aptitude, but they hadn't been capable of directly speaking to their pets. He's almost dying to ask questions, but keeps silent for now, knowing that it's better to not split her concentration.

Duibhe steadies herself by leaning against Trahearne's neck, crouching down low with her claws hooked around the sash on his shoulder and some of his leaves underneath. She doesn't know what to expect, but she's hopeful as she mewls, [Okay, I will! I'm ready!]