Isopia, with a fondness that was now specifically reserved for things which she couldn't fall in love with, beamed down at (or as close to 'beaming' as Iso was capable of getting), the skunk. One of her mis-matched wings trailed forward to stroke his (?? did she actually know its gender?) monochromatic fur. Her death-marked skull lowered down meaning to nudge him/her/it in a hello, when suddenly something seemingly caught his (she did know it was a boy, didn't she? That would make sense..) attention. Raising her quad horned skull Isopia's golden gaze followed Chico's to try and discern what it is that had captivated him so, when he shuffled back a few feet and -

DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER, was the equivalent of what Hubris' mind was beaming into Iso's. He knew from her thoughts that she didn't fear this creature or have any reason to expect aggression from him, but that he changed from something so small and inert looking, into ... well, that, was not something that young Hubris' mind was able to manage on his own.

"He's a rougarou-" Isopia explained patiently, shifting her position so that she, along with the roaring and fanning Chico, now faced Hubris. The dragon looked uncertainly at Isopia, not because she didn't receive his full trust, but because what he was looking at was so remarkable. He had never witnessed anything of the sort before.

Now more curious than apprehensive, the bronze edged forward. His own wings fanned from his sides, mirroring the playful antics of the rougarou/manticore/skunk (as Isopia's mind wrestled with potential pronoun problems, Hubris was struggling with just getting Chico's species right.

"Could you do that last time?" She asked the now mythical-in-appearance companion. Iso thought that perhaps if he could, he would have showed her. She thought him quite intelligent, and, knowing that rougarou's could take many forms, assumed he had learned this one along the way. But how? Had he seen one and merely imitated it? Or was this form inside of him all along? Making it more of a learning, than a choosing? 

Hubris trilled brightly, gliding forward and perching on a stone in front of Chico - his bright blue intelligent eyes scanning over the manticore to try and discern what exactly it was.