Owen just shrugs, lips twitching into a vague smile. "It's a wild animal, what did you expect?"

Of course she would react poorly to collars or any other items that would feel restricting to her. Owen has no reason to do that here. Especially since a bell was only likelier to anger her instead.

"No," he says pointedly, eyes rolling. "I watched her and her sisters hatch from their eggs. And for your information, they don't drink milk. They can digest food as soon as they're born and they only drink water."