Zangetsu is just so overcome, he has no words. He peeks into the carrier and a bright blue eye looks back at him. The syrax paws at the carrier and mewls curiously.

Finally, a question he could answer simply. "Oh hell yes."

Zangetsu holds the carrier to his chest and dashes back out into the snow. He selects a nearby area not in the marketplace, but on well-packed down snow. He sets the carrier down and opens the door.

The syrax is actually a bit timid, confronted with something new! She peeks out of the carrier and sniffs the snow, then touches it with a paw.

"You'll be alright," Zangetsu coos at the creature, "You have such fluffy fur!"