Faed eyes the animal first. He has no idea what it is or what it can do, and he doesn't like it. Last thing he needs a limb to torn off by some kid's pet. It doesn't matter if he can regrow it. It's awful going in either direction.

"No." He says, his voice sounding like a whisper that he's forcing to be louder than it is.

"Species: Human. Female." Comes a tinny voice from the skeletal rate as it clings up on Faed's shoulder. It's tiny, lens-like eyes turn down to the wolverine. "Species: Unknown."