Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

Chatting wasn't in the cards for today... at least not until they captured a meal, it seemed. It was a strange feeling to see somebody else take the lead on the hunt, giving directions and forming a plan. So much of the time, that was left up to Phox. Some might have found it a sleight against their skills, but Phox just felt relieved that he could do less thinking and more doing.

-Cool,- he replied, totally hip with the lingo. Even though Phox had barely moved during his signing, the birds must have picked up on it. They flushed, although one stuck around, doing exactly what Bronco had described: it appeared to be hurt, and Phox dove straight for it. Unfortunately, the winged creature saw his attack too quickly, and it took flight, narrowly escaping the snapping jaws of the black beast.