Bramblepoint steam machine / too long

*inconveniently cuts short*

Hydra led the way, and Phox kept his nose, eyes, and ears open for any sign of the bird. He was eager to find it, though he was more eager to eat it. He followed in her footsteps, occasionally stopping to smell a droplet of blood. Whatever kind of bird it was, Phox wouldn't get the pleasure of learning about it today. Raven's call went up, and he instinctively swiveled his ears toward the sound.

"Gotta go!"