Julien wonders at the practicality of having big bone fire dogs here, eating up the limited resources that actual people, however horribly changed, need. Presumably. Given that they don't seem to get supplies often and those can't be made to last, maybe there's magic to make them linger.

"Really?" He sighs as the dog decides to get closer, but he's not relinquishing his spot, it's gotten more crowded now and he's in a good position to defend himself if approached wrong.

As is threatening to happen now. Julien draws himself up wearily and half spreads his wings, the new coloring - bands of pale cyan and brilliant Kline - like a deimatic display. If it does come to a throwdown here it's his beak that'll make the real difference. It's not immediately obvious how much woodpecker is in his design. "I know I look like prey, but I'm the kind of prey that breaks your jaw. Your. Tail bulb. At least wait until I'm weaker, dude."