Verdant Basin conditions of existence

He's more in between the basin and Golden Glade.

His jaw tightens, shifting his weight on the ground as much as he can. The lying position he remains does little and there’s a snap, a twig beneath his back rear foot that breaks, and the bird peaks its head up from pecking at something on the ground. It doesn’t rush right away in a fury of flaps and feathers, surprising the boy that he almost falls back and ruins the entire set up. Just a little longer, let his body lock into the set up just a little bit longer.

When Bowie does rush forward, his foot slips and he isn’t able to cover the distance fast enough. The bird seems to disappear from view and his eyes narrow and lose focus, head snapping upward with a flash of jaws as he tries to catch the remains. One feather lands between clashing teeth that gets him choked up, gasping for breath suddenly as all four feet come to the ground. 

The bird is long gone then and he’s left with an over exaggerated sputter.