That fluff was thick enough to hide fingers in, maybe even whole hands. Julien recently had the chance to realize why people liked touching him and retroactively forgave most of the people who'd tried. "Let me be the judge of that! I've not handled horns much, you know. They look like they have an interesting texture."

"Mmm. I saw a bright pink lion wandering around, but he wasn't in an enclosure like these. Well, hopefully he knows not to hunt anyone." Big as Julien was, if a lion ambushed him, he was dead, and he knew animals tended to see him as a huge prey creature and not as a human.

The tyrannosaurus was poofier, but touching it was sure to be more difficult. "Not so far! It helps that I talk, and don't have teeth. I look like a dove and people think those are harmless, after all." He's not. He's really, really not. But he looks like a friend.