An oddly pale SkyWing is bumbling around with a dopey grin on his face, almost like a young dragonet.

Hi! Hello! I’m looking for my human frie— Uh, I mean, my pet scavenger! Yes, pet! Maybe… uh, future meal? (Blech, ew.) Uh, yes! If you see her, please don’t eat her, I’m uh… saving her for later?

This poor soul is way out of his depth…