Just when she thinks there's going to be a scuffle she's going to have to break up or run away from, the other animals retreat and Clara's left staring down a wild animal. A wild animal that can talk in her head, apparently.

"Oh my stars," she breathes out the words, giving him a wary look. "This is basically Twilight, without the vampires."

He doesn't seem inclined to try biting her at least, so she steps in closer to try and press her hand against the top of his head.

"How do you suppose we go about getting you to turn back?"