N-No - not at all! I... I can kill 'em. He replied as a real bad boy, strut becoming a little more dominant even though it all felt wooden and wrong. He didn't want to - REALLY didn't want to - but he had to now. He had gotten himself in this mess and he was to deal with it accordingly. He was a very responsible man when it came to those things. He knew when to put others above himself and, for such a young sprite, really had his priorities right. He wasn't very smart, but he was a good fella.

He was glad that the woman didn't question him further and sighed a satisfied sigh. Surely, if father and his siblings could do it, he could also kill something with wings. Perhaps they tasted good, too. Then he had two things to admire them for... Quietly, he just hoped the lady would do the killing and he would be tasked with bringing it back for her. Not that looking at the dead body of something he adored so was anything better.

He sniffed with her, slowly picking up on the trail she had scented but not nearly fast enough to be a great hunter any day soon. So, he followed, as quietly as he could as to not scare away a possible meal.

They didn't have to walk for a long time to find what they were looking for; those precious animals on who's meat they could feast. Perhaps these were a dumb species though? They didn't seem in the trees nor in the air, just on the ground. He knew the woman had told they were too stupid to fly, but really? If he had been born a bird, oh man, he'd be flying all the time! It looked so graceful and amazing. He halted next to her, listening to her instructions before nodding. Right... Wait, which way was that?

Since she went that way, he'd go that way. Common sense was the only wits he had, he didn't think too complicated. It was strange how his enormous form flailed so gently through the underbrush, nearly as quietly as the woman himself. Finally in place, she awaited the birds' reactions to whatever the lady was doing.

It took some time for the flightless birds to start scattering because of the female that had wanted him to tag along, and he panicked for a wee while. They were really coming straight at him, and he opened his maw to grab it one's neck. With a tiny snap did it fall limp in his mouth which made him panic even more. He dropped his kill and ran after the other one in a frenzy, grabbing at its neck in the same fashion he had done before. His mind wasn't even there when he had killed two of his beloved friends.

He panted, walking back to his first kill and placing his last next to it. He fell to the ground, energy having run out, and waited for his hunting companion.

Adrenaline had numbed him quite a bit, and he was shivering even as he heard the female approach once again. At least she seemed happy with his catch, though he couldn't say the sight of the dead birds made him feel ecstatic. He pulled in his tongue, lips stained with crimson... no matter how hard he lapped and tried to get it off, it kept coming. It took him a second to realize there was a small cut on his lip and he whimpered when he pressed his tongue against it. Apparently they had gotten him back nonetheless.

A stinging pain also came from his left front pain and just behind his ear. He could see his paw was stained a bit, but he wasn't sure about behind his ear. Uhmm... Can you check - right - here. He said as he turned his head for her to look.

His form relaxed, a sigh escaping him, at her words. He had feared his whole pelt was stained a blood-red, but a scratch couldn't possibly cause that. Though the pain did not fade just yet, he knew he was fine if the woman said so. He trusted her, perhaps more than he did himself, and could finally be sort of proud of his catch. He smiled.

I bet he'll like that... Okay. He nodded with a grin, raising his massive form, flinching when his paw touched the ground. He bit through the stinging pain, wanting to pick up the dead birds and follow Finley.