Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

He noted the falcon above them, and smiled faintly. Surely, it would take no offense if they were to hunt down another kind of bird- he'd seen falcons and vultures feasting on whatever they could, whether it had fur or feathers. He glanced back to Citrine, whose lowered posture seemed to indicate some amount of hesitance, but he waved his tail. All he was asking was that she try- failure would not be as unbecoming as she perhaps thought it would be. 

He looked back toward the horizon, and could see amid the red and beige sands of the desert a couple mottled creatures roaming this way and that, scavenging for food in the dry grasses. Contrary to Gen X popular culture beliefs, a coyote (or coywolf in this instance) actually could outrun a roadrunner with ease- so after they crept a bit closer, Tumbleweed gestured- and bolted for the rascally birds with the intention of chasing at least one of them down.