Wildfire here. [She laid her head in his lap, and he stroked the back of her neck as though there weren't any flames there at all.] She was just a Ponyta when I got her, but she's always been really calm and gentle. Unlike those knuckleheads.

[He motioned over his shoulder at Terre and Fuzzbat. Terre pulled down an eyelid and blew a raspberry at Fuzzbat, who sat up on his haunches and put Fat Ice Dog in his lap. No, he wasn't hurt. This was just big fully-evolved boy playtime. Said the undersized Noivern.]

They've been at each other's throats since they were just Rockruff and Noibat. I let 'em do what they want, as long as they don't kill each other.