She smirked. She didn't turn, just kept watching the creature take one step after the other as it mowed forwards. "That is turning useless grass into raw muscle power." Finally, she phased him to gave him a poignant look. A scratch mark curved up her neck. But it barely stung anymore. All that mattered was that she there was a pack of three extra canine locked in a kennel at her own place. "It can fly... not fly... exactly. It just decided that its movement should not be bound to the two dimensional space. It might come in handy for the people who cannot fly. Actually, I was thinking of keeping it. Not many creature can simply hover."