[ As she's learned from a hundred years wandering the earth in this form, humans are generally more receptive to small furry creatures than they are to strange humans. Easier to mooch free food and shelter that way. Speaking of free food--that man over there seems to be having a good time. Maybe she can nab something off him.
She saunters over to the picnic, keeping a wide berth between her and the wyvern, and sniffs at his food before sitting her butt down in front of him and giving him her very best pleading look.
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She saunters over to the picnic, keeping a wide berth between her and the wyvern, and sniffs at his food before sitting her butt down in front of him and giving him her very best pleading look.
Feed plz. ]