"What is it, Gigas?" The large bull moose lifted his head and snorted in aggrevation, shying as tendrils of wavelength hit the animal. The small witch sitting on the moose's rump turned her head to look around at the carnage and her eyes settled on the interesting looking creature that was obviously the source. "Steady, my friend, it's just a meister. An interesting meister, but... just a meister."

The moose lowered its antlers in challenge, pawing the ground as the little witch hopped down from its rump to stand at the animal's shoulder. "I had heard that people brought here was supposed to be nice and polite, but you don't seem polite at all. I think my sisters would like you though."