Honeyed Pasture keep your heads held high.

Nothing good, and unfortunately, he did have to agree as he peered across the way to the boy who looked so much like him. "Yeah, a lot of birds.." he mentioned with a long sigh pointed off to the grassy expanse of wide open pasture--which made him poignantly miss the cliffs suddenly. Evidently, a long while sticking close to home had made him more of a homebody than before. He wasn't sure if he liked this realization all that much, or he just wasn't cozy with the circumstance here.. all torn between the search for Wildfire and deciding what to do with his freshly-minted branwoda son back home.. while he watched the Wildfire's kids rise to their occasions here.

While undoubtedly a meal, fowl wasn't exactly the heartiest sort of prey to roam these landscapes. He'd possibly be a little more convinced if it was guaranteed turkey, or at the very least something bigger and juicier than just pheasant. They had a whole little traveling party to feed, not just themselves. That added need made this difficult. "How good are you at bird catching..?" he asked, knowing good and well how hit and miss it was, and neither was it exactly his favorite hunt. "Deer sounds best, of course, but I think we'd be here until nightfall if we wanted a good lead on something," Dio said, meaning with odds in their favor. Two wolves? They'd need someone weak, wounded, or otherwise lame or it would likely land in a big waste of their time.