At least the instructors at the orientation weren't lying about the toxin effects. The city could have prepared them more (and done an effective job managing responsible pet ownership), but with all the Dreamfolk coming in, Tenn respects their hands are full.

Which leaves him to deal with the aftermath. Joy.

Unfortunately for brave Arietti and her splendid mount, she's up against a professional, and those feet are annoyingly fast and dodgy. (Try to find a dancer who can do better - he dares you.) Although it takes all his effort not to step on them... the lizard is someone's pet, after all. He doesn't know what that means in this place, but they're probably looking for its’ safe return. ... Still, the girl is a priority.

Tenn breaks into a run to clear enough distance, buy enough time, to unwind the scarf from around his neck. (Ugh, he liked this one too...) And then turning to meet his charging foe, throws the thick woolen knit onto them.