Do Not Get Out of Jail Free

Ah, and there it was. The creature was not a wolf, and was forthcoming with it. Zee's curiosity piqued, and her head tilted to regard him. Before she could ask upon his species, she caught the swish of his tail in the direction of Bast and Marshall. The horned queen's eyes grew cold, and she gazed off in the direction of Sirius' partners. Bast would obey her, this much she knew. She could ask the cat whom she helped raise to leave and know that her ears would no longer be in Sirius' service. However Marshall was loyal to Sirius alone, raised from an egg and unwavering. Zee's lips tightened, and then she turned back to the wolfish man with a small subtle sigh. She'd have to dig into this later on, for now it would cause more trouble to the boy and only feed his fear to interrogate him infront of the vulture. "What are you?" She asked finally, trying to pull her attention off the black bird in the trees.