Tiero approaches the wyrbeast area, his thoughts churning. The new beast is sitting calmly, clearly used to a harness, idly grooming a front paw. Tiero squats down and gazes at him. "Do tha belong to the traveller with the long hair?" "Mrrp." The wyrbeast stops grooming and looks at him. Tiero fishes a piece of meat from his pocket and holds it out for the wyrbeast to chew on. "Nobody knows thee. Nobody has claimed thee. And nobody had come for thee." He sighs, then looks around. His brother is walking by, clearly in a hurry to be somewhere. Tiero frowns. "Or have they?"