'My pet has a death wish.' Au'dtair thought to himself as he watched his pet allow the voragyvis to jump onto it, its venomous fangs millimeters from its neck. At least it was wearing its armor. It should prevent too much poison from going into its veins should the monster choose to attack.
Surprisingly, that didn't happen. In fact, the voragyvis seemed almost content being in his pet's arms like that. Did it have something to do with the pheromones that it released? Even the Saalistaja stayed as far away from the creature as they could, knowing what a slow and painful death they could expect as a result.
Or did his pet just make a pet?