Ahh and another person had joined the barnyard. Another Slytherin, Zhenya noted. Cutty nodded to her, and Zhenya offered a smile and a wave. Back to Jackson and... "Oh Chingu, hello Chingu," Zhenya said, looking at Jackson's griffin. Zhenya just smiled when Jackson said Vaska was a cute name. It was, and so was her griffin. "I'm not sure... I suppose they would have to make sure we had an appropriate living arrangement for them first," she said. She could see far more things preventing them from adopting the griffins though, sadly.

Looking around, Zhenya spotted it. There was the carcass. She walked over to it, took off the lid of the bottle, cleaned inside the bottle quickly with the scouring charm, and spooned a little of the carcass inside the bottle.

SQUARK

SQUARK

Zhenya laughed at Vaska, who could perhaps smell the carcass, and was trying to leap out of the blanket. One arm came out of the wrap and Zhenya felt a soft clawing at her face, as the baby griffin tried to get a hold onto something to push herself from the blanket. "Hey Vaska, calm down, I'm getting your bottle ready."