Grouse Thicket Little Bird

Collision had taken the bird to Rodyn in a manner that could be described as sheepish. The brown male had manuevered himself quickly and effectively and had secured, what Collision considered, a very effective stockpile. 

There had to be need at his pack for such efforts to be made.

His kind words made Collision feel better--to a degree. To another point he took them like someone encouraging a young child to 'do-their-best' and 'just-have-fun' truthfully, this was something Collision should be better at.

Though, if it came to a larger, slower, prey. He would've been able to natural put on a better show.

"The pleasure is mine, Rodyn. My name is Collision Adravendi," There was something that he would label genuine about Rodyn. He seemed like he had the best of intentions at heart. A really warm kind of guy, "You must be taking these back to your pack...?" his head tilted inquisitively. The packs he knew long ago were long gone. He had learned of a handful of them--what remained?