Firefly Glen not giving in

Powerplaying Bronco with permission ;)

It was validating to have Antares seek her out with his gaze. This rather delighted her. Bronco seemed to have trouble making a call, even though Antares had also looked for him. As Bronco came up beside her, she softly nipped at him and bumped his shoulder, grinning like a school girl anticipating the Fall Ball. For Toad, there was no decision — she swiftly found her place amongst Antares' crew with Bronco along for the ride.

Suddenly, the group had split in two.
Antares nudged them forward, and Toad transformed as she always did into what seemed like a completely different person. Her eyes were wide, their warmth replaced with a calculating, dilated stare. She moved forward swiftly, keeping a close eye on her fellow packmates and watching occasionally for mistakes. Though with such a large group, they had tons of power on their side, there was also a much higher risk of spooking the birds before their flankers were in position.

In particular, she kept an eye on Charles, ready to sharply correct with a stare should he attempt to be disruptive. When she heard the calls, she slowed her pace to a near silent stalk — a surprising feat for her frame. They might have made ridiculous sounds, but they were not stupid animals and would be ready to take off should someone make the wrong move. Keeping herself toward the center of the assault wing, Toad stayed at high alert, watching Antares closely for direction as they found their position.