D'athe wriggled, fluffing his fur before smoothing it back down, winding around Jack's legs a moment. Ness likes water a lot. Lakes and rivers and oceans and all sorts of water. Not that she doesn't come out of it, but she prefers it, really. Says it's more fun. Changes. Changes too much for me.
He scampered to the edge of the roof, looking back over his shoulder. You know, I don't really fly right now. No wings. Fall gracefully, but don't fly. Climb on stuff a lot, though, the buildings are nice, and the pavement on the streets just hurts.
Though I could fly, if there's an airship. He warbled with excitement. Or one of those wingy metal loud and smelly things humans fly around in. Those are fun. Mostly. The engines aren't. Those hurt.