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Now we've got you... Artaax thought as he narrowed his eyes at the bird. He glanced at Robin as his brother nearly crashed into him and toppled over, quirking a brow. He tensed as his brother barked a question at him, his eyes shooting back up to the kestrel anxiously. It shuffled a bit, but didn't take off, to his relief. Turning back to Bobby, he nipped at the other boy's nose before explaining what this was all about.

"Shhhh! We're hunting, Bobbin," he admonished, gesturing with a tilt of his head up to the kestrel, "I been tryin' ta climb the tree to get at him but I can't. We gotta come up with another plan for getting him, but I don't know what to do. We can't let him get away." His eyes widened slightly, making it clear how adamant he was about the last bit. Losing this prey was absolutely NOT an option, even though it was the most likely eventuality.