The tern immediately snatches up the sausage before the raven or the lion can get any ideas about trying for it themselves. Once it's in her beak, she takes off again, landing up on a lamp post and tearing into it up there. Billie's attention follows the bird until she lands, then it wanders back to Shura, and then, finally, the lion.

"Depends on what things you mean," she says, shrugging. "Is your pet meant to be a lion? Isn't he a little small?"