Seth looked down at the odd little creature with a mixture of contempt, confusion and a hint of disgust. It was currently grovelling at his feet, pawing at his boot and practically slobbering over it like it was one of those particular internet weirdos. A thought that in no way made the situation any better, and in fact made it infinitely worse in his head, hence the disgust.
It was still muttering in whatever language it spoke. He couldn't understand a damn thing it was saying, but he recognised that the words held some familiarity. They shared similarities with the language that the dragon spoke, before it had beamed coordinates into his head.
