Sun Mote Copse Stop and stare

When he wasn't chased off or turned away with a snarl, Finbar's confidence grew, as did the hopeful look on his features. She described the name of not only the territory he was in, but the name of something else that belonged there- Firebirds. Instinctively, he cast a glance up into the sky and flinched. Whatever a firebird was, he'd never seen one before, and they sounded pretty dangerous. 

"Firebirds?" He asked, casting a glance past Wildfire, and then up into the branches again. "They don't hurt wolves, do they? I've never heard of a firebird before," He admitted somewhat sheepishly. His knowledge of birds in general wasn't the best, but he was able to call one to mind that might've suited the description. "OH- do you mean cardinals? They're red, like fire- but they're not actually fire birds," He said with a sheepish, apologetic grin. He shook his head. She probably thought he was bonkers, going on as though something called a firebird actually existed- and that they could simply drop out of the sky and burn him, or something along those lines.