The girl was surprised when her cousin didn't name her companion's species. Her golden gaze narrowed slightly as her lips began to move to fill the silence left by Ros's ignorance. "He's a Rougarou. He has to be - they are the only species that can change as he just did." Her academic tone spilled from dark lips, as she inspected the creature, who appeared to have decided on being an owl for the time being. "They only bond to hybrids, so it makes sense that you would have one. I wonder if they like tribrids even more?" Shrugging her blood splattered shoulders, she nodded indicating she had concluded her mini-lesson.

Given that her cousin didn't even know what companion was currently sitting a'top her head, Isopia began to wonder just what else she didn't know. She had only bumped into her once before - and their trials with the dragon didn't seem an adequate measure of her intelligence. After all, who in the world knew how to fight ink, bugs, and temporal monsters? It wasn't a fair test. Still ... her wandering gold gaze fell upon Abraham and his dragons. He just seemed like he knew what he was doing, and some primal part of Isopia's mind was drawn to that - drawn to his leadership. He reminded her of Archibald actually. They both seemed to exude the ability to make decisions.

"Shall we?" She asked, looking over to Ros, before returning her stare back to the dragon keeper, but her voice was drowned out by Ros's stomping. Apparently the girl was wrong - Ros seemed to know exactly where she was going. Exhaling her surprise, Iso trotted after Abraham. As she did so, her earthen dragons fell to the ground in two large heaps. It took far too much energy to keep them composed, and there was simply no point if they were all about to go spelunking. Given that Abraham was without wings (and seemingly Ros was as well, though the girl knew that that couldn't be the case), she tucked her mis-coloured wings tightly against her flanks. If the two had been here before, she assumed she wouldn't need to utilize her wings.

"Is it always a fight? Trying to get companions?" She asked, her question echoing off the walls of the caves as the trio descended. Abraham's words about proving himself the strongest combined with her experience in the mountains told her that it probably was. If that was the case, she would likely never find one of her own. Barbaric pushing and shoving just seemed ... absurd. "How did you get him?" She called, slightly louder to Ros. She didn't know Ros's name, or her companion, but given that Abraham had said both of his dragons were female, she figured Ros would know the question was directed her way.