"No." No, they don't always feel like that, and he exhales quietly, stopping finally and starting to gather up some snow, to start heaping it in one place. He's not exactly an artist, all right, this griffon probably is going to be a bit more like a potato with wings if left to his supervision. "They won't always feel like that, either, though. Some stuff takes a lot of time to get a handle on, but... eventually it'll be less like a pothole that could take the wheel off a cart, and more like a little bump."

He's not sure the comparison even makes all that much sense, but he's not exactly a wordsmith.

"You? Getting into weird situations?" A moment of pause, brows raising. "I don't believe it."