-=He looks over to the darkened corner of the room where he sleeps and makes a soft whistle sound. The mound that was thought to be blankets shifts and two yellow eyes blink in their direction.=-

-=A pony sized lizard, something that might be mistaken for a dinosaur, with a long, triangular muzzle and a wide, flat crest jutting from the back of it's head starts to lumber into view. The tail swishes lazily as it YAWNS, almost unhinging its jaw and showing double rows of sharp teeth.=-

That is a lockjaw. He is my friend.