Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

Gannet was trying to find the trail of a weasel in the brush. He'd scented it higher on the mountain and ranged down, hoping to hunt down the small creature and maybe get a snack of it. He was preoccupied, having lost track of where it had gone next, and definitely not expecting an attack from behind.

When it came, he let out a sharp 'hrf' of surprise, but his hackles only lifted an instant before he recognized Hydra's playful call. Caught off guard, he was completely knocked off his feet, landing on his side neatly and a little breathlessly. His eyes flashed playfully, and his mouth opened in a half-grin, half-eager display of teeth, as he lay compromised. Likely they'd follow up on the advantage, but he'd be ready! The game was set and his prey was forgotten.