Grouse Thicket Little Bird

When the flurry started and one became four Collision's eyes did their absolute best to track the situation. Two took the path directly towards Rodyn, which was great, but two came more towards him. That...was less great. He would do his best.

Collision pushed forward towards the fleeing birds and quickly as he could dove after the two of them. Snapping jaws latched onto the backside of one and the kill was quick. Bones snapped and the body fell limp. For just a moment he discarded it to the forest floor and attempted to catch the fourth, but for him, it was a lost cause. It had such a gain on him there was no way for him to get it.

  His pace slowed in irritation, embarassment, and hope that Rodyn would either see opportunity he had not--or he could forgive the failure.

  Collision began to back away to gather the fowl he had managed to capture. That alone had been more luck of the draw than any true talent.