Moonspear Langsamt slepp anden fri, i vinden rida.

"Cha-kleenex?" Phox repeated in his head, though the younger man was quick to provide the correct pronunciation. Chak-lee-ux, Phox repeated, this time out loud. Phox turned to Towhee: -Chakliux,- he decided, making a much simpler name for him in ptero than his verbal name. Phox even found it hard to pronounce, so no sense in getting all in his head about it when he could make a sign for it instead.

Phox's eyes locked onto the large bone, suddenly salivating at the sight of it. That's quite the bone, he said, licking his chops. What did you take down for it? No harm in getting some information about the kinds of prey that lurked nearby the mountain, after all.