The hippogriff looked at Presley expectantly, and Pres wasn't sure what to do. Until it started nudging her hand. It was still hungry? She walked with it over to the barrel, and picked up another ferret, easier this time, she handed the dead rodent to the hippogriff. she didn't look away this time as the bird-horse gobbled up the ferret. She could recall once reading something about a teacher turning a student into a hippogriff, but she was sure the teacher got in trouble for it, and she wasn't feeding a student to this beautiful creature.