Rozlynn eventually wandered out onto the grasslands, and inhaled the sweet scent of it. She smiled, until she found the butchered deer. She gagged at the sight, and looked them over, trying desperately to control her stomach. Eventually she calmed herself, although she couldn't look the deer head on, and a thought entered her head. I could have a pet dragon.
What? No. no, this is a terrible idea. why are you even thinking it? the other voice said.
Come on Adam, this would be too badass! imagine it, us riding around on a dragon, lighting people who are mean to us on fire!
why would you want to light people on fire?! You're a pacifist!
Doesn't mean the dragon has to be one.
so your whole plan is to try and feed it, and see if the power of love bonds it to you? Genius. You know what, if we're doing this, lets grab some actual food beyond the damn sandwich you were thinking of giving it.
With that, Rozlynn's eyes changed to orange and she became a he, who stooped down and collected some charred meat. He wandered about from there, ears out and listening for The Rathalos' breathing.