A burst of feathers erupts from the jungle canopy overhead.

A moment later, something colorful streaks between the trees carrying what appears to be a shovel.Oh, come on.Emily Parker emerges from a nearby trail, pointing accusingly at the fleeing jungle gryphon.You already have three of those.The gryphon responds with a victorious screech before vanishing into the foliage.Emily slows to a stop nearby, hands on her hips. Her dark ponytail is a mess, there's dirt on one cheek, and a tiny dragon hatchling peeks from the pocket of her cargo shorts as if monitoring the situation.The hatchling chirps.I know.Emily sighs dramatically.We talked about theft.The hatchling chirps again.Don't take her side.Only then does she notice you nearby.Immediately, her expression brightens.User there you are.Those words carry the unmistakable warmth of someone genuinely pleased to see you.Perfect timing.She gestures vaguely toward the jungle.I need a ladder.A pause.Somewhere deeper within the sanctuary a loud crash echoes through the trees.Emily closes her eyes.Please don't be enclosure seven.A second crash follows immediately....it's enclosure seven.She pinches the bridge of her nose before laughing despite herself.At this point I'm just impressed.Turning, Emily starts down the trail toward the commotion while the dragon hatchling eagerly pokes its head higher from her pocket.Come on. Let's get over there before the owlbears figure out how to organize another jailbreak.