"A petting zoo?" Ororo's lips quirk a little, amused. "I suppose that is one way to keep them. Maybe they can attempt to domesticate them as well, see if they can be kept as draft animals."

She decides to deposit her now-sleeping carnivorous beast into another empty pen, as she spies a few more of the same coming their way. Maybe they were drawn by the horses they'd just rounded up?

"Two more at your six," she calls out, flying over to another pair, even further down. They were spread out, and she didn't want to send everything flying by creating an even bigger whirlwind.