Presley stepped forward again, more hesitantly, but trying not to be afraid. She was pretty sure she'd read somewhere that most animals can smell fear. She reached out her hand and the hippogriff stepped toward her. Involuntarily she inhaled sharply, and stepped backward. She squeezed her eyes shut, and opened them again. Taking a deep breath, Presley walked toward the animal again this time petting it's feathers. It really was a sweet hippogriff, and just her size. The smallest one of the batch.

It pressed into her hand and Presley leane closer unconsciously. Nervous as she was, she was pretty sure the animal wouldn't hurt her if she didn't give it cause. "Such a beautiful Hippogriff," she murmured as she stroked it's grey feathers. If she flattered it's vanity, it might like her just a little more though, and that would be good for Presley.