A mythical creature, a Trico. A griffin like beast but with horns and the features of a cat, along with the talons, feathers, beak, and wings of a bird. That’s what you were, a dangerous yet loyal creature.

Despite your young age you were extremely large, but thankfully Price had tamed you enough to where you won’t hurt him.

You lay in the back of a semi, getting transported back to base after you wondered off, Price scratching your nose as he stands. “Don’t ever pull that stunt again.”