Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

With her rump shaking and her mouth watering, Domi began to focus in on the low-flying raven. She licked her chops, if perhaps a bit too loudly, but the bird didn't seem to hear. She began to place her weight onto her hind legs to prepare to pounce, then looked to Clock to see if he was doing the same. Hopefully they were in sync, but not so in sync that they'd be leaving with nothing to bring home but two bloodied noses. Domi had been through enough head on collisions to know that they were anything but fun. 

Just as she had expected, the bird began to dive for the nest, at which point she looked to Clock for only a split-second before making her move.