Ryland was surprised, to say the least, when he looked up to see a five foot tall lion hurtling towards him. He stepped back instinctively, but it was unneeded. The lion came to a screeching halt about a foot away form them, and before Ryland had fully realized that he wasn't about to be trampled, Reginald was rubbing his face against the lion's rather substantial shoulder.
The lion was, as advertised, at least as tall as several of the students. Ryland's greyhound was large, but it looked rather like a lapdog in comparison. "Well," he said, when Pete got within hearing range. "They seem to like each other."