The moment Ferrin attempted to engage with Wyler, the Gallion dropped her proud posture and immediately became tense. Her pupils narrowed into her slits, her mane and tail tuft fluffed up, and she bared her teeth as the Scorchio approached. Fortunately, the new arrival - a brown bori - halted Ferrin's attempts to pet her, but it did nothing for the petpet's nerves as she suddenly turned towards Arma instead, a low snarl started to build in her throat.

Eloween must have noticed because she bent down slightly to stroke the Gallion's mane. "It's okay, it's okay," she said softly. This seemed to calm Wyler somewhat as she immediately stopped snarling. She remained tense, however, backing away so she was closer to Eloween and wrapping her tail around her ixi's legs.

Eloween sighed, half with exsperation, half with relief. She glanced at the Scorchio, then over to the Bori with an apologetic stare. "Sorry, she's... not great with strangers," she said to them, continuing to stroke the Gallion's head even as she spoke.