( A wry smirk touches the corner sof her lips as the octopus slaps a tentacle over his face. )

On second thoughts, maybe he and I would get along better than I first imagined.

( Because honestly, a fashionable pack. Who even is this guy. Benedikta rolls her eyes at the pose before gesturing for him to follow her, the magic orb already pointing them off in the direction of another creature in need of wrangling. )

I don't care how you do it, but we're taking it — and any more we find — back to the mages.

( She glances back towards him, her expression smug as anything. )

And you look like you can handle the heavy lifting.