Redhawk Caldera gravity is a myth; the earth sucks!

Ferret's eyes were trained on the bird, and the bird continued to focus on him. For a short while at least before it decided to preen its feathers and look around in other directions, and squirt out a white blob of crap that Ferret watched descend. It was at this time his uncle chirped, and the bandit swung around to face him, ears lifted high with interest.

Mimic mode was engaged, so he chirped right back, matching Elwood's tone and volume as the bird flitted to another branch and soon to a different tree altogether. Ferret lifted his muzzle then, brows raised and lips smirking, as if to challenge his uncle a la, is that the best you got?