“Wow. It is disquieting, seeing a hungry look,” said Medes. “I’ll keep that in mind when Kier makes me bigger again.”

The fox tilted its head to a side, as if puzzled by the owl’s words.

“That’s right, I’m a familiar. The link with my Mage averts your instinct to eat me. If you’d kindly step off now, please…”

The fox released Medes, who fluttered on the ground to stand up.

“A common beast eating a familiar.” Medes chuckled. “That’ll be the day.”

“What about a familiar eating a familiar?” said the fox.