Wyvern were like smaller, two-legged dragons, only meaner and far less intelligent. Tarquin couldn’t imagine a human mating with a wyvern and surviving the experience. Or a shareblood child surviving its wyvern parent.
He looked at his companion again. “Are you a shareblood wyvern?”
The possible shareblood shrugged.
“Are you saying that you’re not a shareblood wyvern? Or that you don’t know?”
Another shrug.
“Wait—what question are you shrugging to?” Tarquin asked. “Both of them?”
The monster shrugged again.
Tarquin blinked at him. “I don’t even know what that means.” He breathed out an annoyed huff of air. “All right, you don’t have enough legs for a horse, and you look nothing like one, so you’re obviously not a kintara. Are you a wosu, then? I mean, I’ve never seen a wosu that was
