Ah, Rama’s home. Of course he is. This must look like the picture of insanity, Crozier scratching this wild animal with fangs on its belly.

“All’s well,” he calls out to him, “you can set your bow down. It’s quite tame.”

And honestly, kind of a story, but he hopes Rama can see he’s thoroughly surveyed the situation and found it not an immediate threat.

“Found him out on the porch, scratching and whining at the door, begging for scraps.”