Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

While she was busy looking through what scant greenery prevailed, Revui kept his wits about himself in case of danger. Inevitably he came to rest his attention upon Kukutux, watching as she moved, as she scoured the dirt and the snow, reminded vaguely of Speedy but also of the various herbalists loyal to the Nightwalkers; he did not know how he felt about these people with their minds so invested in plants and poisons. Was it safe to allow Kukutux a home upon Moonspear if she were - in a way - a witch? Hydra trusted her, or that's what Revui reasoned, so he would do his duty and keep her safe. A part of him was distrustful all the same.

One wrong move and his thoughts were broken, banished away, as a flurry of wings and feathers erupted from the foliage. He reacted mindlessly to the movement; a snap here, a lunge there, bristling all over and bludgeoning his way after the birds despite the surprise that accompanied their arrival. He reacted as a wild animal often did: he saw motion, so he sought motion with his teeth. Many misses later, the chaos died down and Revui paced beside Kukutux with a cluster of bloodied feathers between his teeth - but nothing more.