The owl beast stopped backing up, though it still looked more than a little wary. It stayed where it was, but gave another hesitant sniff in the new creature's direction. They weren't chasing it, but then again that was a rather low bar.

The net fell over the Collector who didn't dodge... but did melt into a pool of shadow on the ground before popping up again a few yards away. "You're no fun," they complained, crossing their arms. Their form flickered, just a little. The structure of the dream was faltering slightly under the changing narrative.