[Helga gets to Luna before her owner does. She barks happily and runs around the Thestral's legs a few times before sitting in front with her tongue hanging out.

The owner in question is a worn looking man. His hair is a mess and he was dressed down to only shirt and suspenders. The weather was cooling down, but he had forgo his coat for the time being. Helga was much too energetic anyways that any nippiness was ignored to chase his furry friend.

Luna's appearance is new to him. He doesn't think he has seen her around in any capacity before. Her question only further solidifies the thought that she was new.] Well, that's because you don't. At least, we don't have a choice in the matter to wake up or not by free will. [He gives her a sympathetic smile.] You might be able to leave earlier than others, but no one has anyway of knowing those particulars. I'm sorry.

[Helga trots back to Newt's side as he holds his hand out to the Thestral to let the creature press its snout against it.]