[ Without turning his head, Jaguar's gaze shifts between Morga and Jaeger. He's seen her with that bird more often than not, so he at least has some sense that it's far more than just a pet to her. An animal companion is a liability here, in his opinion, but at least this one hunts. And isn't some fluffy thing that doesn't do anything but eat and shit and make noise. That's worth some consideration... and Morga clearly takes this seriously.

Still. Frowning, he gives it to her straight up. No beating around the bush. ]

I don't know the first thing about caring for a hawk, let alone protecting one from the mist. I can't promise you his safety.

[ And yet. ]

...But he'll be safer here than elsewhere.