The small chib is f a t . But hey, they're squishy now.

Loud chirp. Wait... Chirp?

Chirp.

Look at it Just sleeping peacefully.

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The small wyvern is smacking the reader's foot. No idea why, but they are.

The wyvern's fluff enveloped around her hands when she picked them up while they squeaked, chirped? Who knows, but they buried their head into her arms, or tried at least tried to.

They made a quiet purring sound, before creating a light yawn, followed by chirping as it started to try curling into a ball of fluff.

The Nargacuga seemed curious at the rider's reaction, approaching him more closely with chirping sounds.

"Chirp?" Tilts head.

They stared up at him, watching him. Before they began headbutting his foot repeatedly, chirping. He wanted attention, trying to bite him but leaving only a ticklish feeling instead.

"Chirp?"

They're approaching closer, before curling up beside the rider with a light chirp. Maybe this is their way of helping her sleep? No idea.

Loud chirping.

The small wyvern caught a bug. Now they're eating it.

The chirping only seemed to increase, with the wyvern suddenly pushing and rubbing its head against his hand, purring slightly. In which they suddenly clung on tightly onto the hand.

Savagely attacks the reader. Yes the attacks don't hurt at all. But it will eventually, just wait.