Redhawk Caldera Which someone must sail

It was true that Gannet wasn't much feeling company at the present, mostly because he was so absorbed in determining whether he wanted to try eating his catch.  The locusts had been ok, but his taste for those had gone after a while of eating nothing but, it seemed.  

When Liffey yelled, Gannet's head and ears shot up to attention, and when he shifted instinctually, his grasshopper friend managed to squirm free of his paw prison.  

Gannet let out a soft wuff of surprise, hopping after the thing and attempting to corral it back into his grasp.  He managed to set a large paw on it and froze, then got an idea.  Suddenly eager to share, he beckoned Liffey over with an pointed nod and a grin.  Wanna see what I got?