Dragoncrest Cliffs do you like this setup i have.

Bat blinked in momentary perplexity, imagining a cluster of feathers randomly flying off somewhere. Her mind then put the pieces together for her, adding a head (complete with a beak), claws and a tail. The image streamlined itself into a bird and she realized this single feather must have dropped off from a living, breathing avian who was still sporting the rest of its plumage.

"Oh," she acknowledged. She was often physically slow, not mentally, and she wondered if Artaax had caught wind of her brain fart at all. "Are you going to hunt for it?" Bat guessed, hoping he hadn't. She knew her brother was a hunter. Bat was perhaps even aware that he enjoyed capturing birds specifically; she vaguely recalled a proud Wildfire going on about a dead eagle at some point.