Blackfoot Forest patron saint of lightening bolts

She'll meet in the next round

The petite girl was a ways off, stalking a bird on the ground. It had a nest, she knew some made ground nests from the creature that had squawked so ferociously on her meeting with Blossom. Now, she observed the feathered thing, pecking so something on the ground. She watched, admiring the beauty of the feathers, she was silent as a deer passing through grasslands.
Silence was the key. 

Excitement started to bubble in her, a small whine escaped in anticipation. The bird was already moving. In the flurry and commotion -- which cleaved through the forest easily -- that was to come, all Phex got was a mouthful of feathers. Whatever, the girl was proud she'd made contact with her prey and proudly started to trot off to find Gwen and Cry, wondering if they had better luck; which was likely being as they had the experience on their side.