Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

Mostly luck, but they aren't that smart.  She responded, answering with a bit of a half-answer.  It wasn't exactly easy, but it wasn't the most difficult thing either.  They just had to hope they weren't spotted.

When she dropped into hunting mode, he didn't go to lead, but instead stared as though he had no clue what was happening.  If he had no experience chasing down birds, she'd apparently need to show him how it was done.  She crept forward as far as she was willing to risk, keeping silent, and watched.  Birds in the tide were bold... they trusted their wings more than they wanted to leave their findings.

She tensed visibly, then sprang forward, lunging for the two nearer the water.  The nearest of them uttered an alarmed squawk and lifted off in a flurry of wings, but Rosalyn leapt, hoping to intercept the creature in the air.  Her aim was off; she didn't even manage to snag feathers.

She landed back, paws sinking into the sand, and blew out a frustrated breath.  Damnit.  Quickly she cast her good eye over, wondering if he'd taken the cue in time and even attempted.  Perhaps his aim was better.