The moment he saw that familiar silver hair, Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to hug him, but he couldn’t quite yet. Makka was tackling him, licking his face happily and pounding a bit. Yuuri gladly returned the dog's enthusiasm, hugging her back and greeting her with a happy smile. After a moment, though, Yuuri turned and wrapped his arms around Viktor reassuringly. He buried his face in his shoulder, just holding him possessively close.
“I’m fine. Wondering how much I had to drink last night to not remember getting here,” he remarked with a laugh, then motioned briefly toward the small dragon beside him. “This is Himari, I guess. Apparently she’s my dragon.” Yuuri sounded full of disbelief and wonder, but the dragon nudged his shoulder urgently for a moment, putting herself between Yuuri and the shadows behind them. “Maybe we should move away from this place. They don’t seem to like it much.” Yuuri looked around Viktor curiously, lifting a brow as he spotted the strange flying creature behind Viktor. “A Gryffin?” questioned Yuuri thoughtfully, tilting his head in surprise.
What were these creatures? They were precious to them, that much Yuuri could tell. Himari's sense of urgency to get away filtered through his mind, urging him to be t to safety first, then to get something to eat. Yuuri would be laughing if it weren't for that sense of danger. He sighed quietly, keeping his arms around Viktor selfishly for another moment, grateful that they were together.