Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

Merlin followed Rosalyn's gaze, where their intended prey was flying around and he wondered, how exactly did she plan on catching any one of those. It did not seem likely that she would be able to sprout a pair of wings and fly after them and, while he did not doubt his leader's prowess in the bird-hunting trade, he did not see, in what way were the winged things easy to get. 

But - as he had said earlier - he was hungry and that effectively erased any further rational ponderings on his side. He left it to the leader to figure the puzzle out, he would watch and learn. "Okay - lead the way," he suggested.