[SORA CHILD WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THE CUTE IS A LIE.

The crunching of grass is definately enough to get the lone Protopet's attention. And when it does, the little blue creature swirls around on taloned feet, its features twisting into something more ravenous.

A shrill roar is heard, and the 'pet' is now lunging at the child, hungry for blood.]