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The younger woman watched her companions face carefully, judging how her suggestions were being received. It seemed to go alright, Alma pausing to suggest another route of food. A more thoughtful look settled over Emma's face, replacing her previous excitement. A whole flock of songbirds? That might work, but she doubted they would be able to train a flock of birds. Didn't animals feed off other animals energy? Songbirds were little and high-energy as it was, to have a whole flock might be difficult, noisy and messy. That was one thing Em's didn't want to deal with, was mess. Plus birds were somewhat intelligent enough to recognize a threat, if one were dispatched by a bird of prey she was sure the others would notice.
An easier alternative came to mind and she smiled softly, pleased with her idea. " Actually, I have an easier way for the attack-birds to eat. I have rabbits, and believe me, once they start breeding it gets insane. They are way less intelligent then birds and won't notice or be alarmed if a few of their brethren go missing, seeing as there will be ten more to replace them. " At this she chuckled, then blushed under her fur. That was a lame joke. Even so, her tail swayed back and forth at the ease of their conversation. As Alma suggested waiting for another day for the bird stuff Emma nodded her agreement, pushing the impending-adventure to the back of her mind for now. It did sound complicated but she was sure once they took the time to iron the details out it would go smoothly, if they spoke to the right people they would probably be fine with just catching a bird of prey - she doubted the bird-raisers of Inferni stopped to practice on smaller birds first.
" You are correct. " She replied simply to her companions inquiry of weather she needed a bow or not, Emma wasn't advanced enough to have a bow, the blonde dog had taught her the stance and her beginners luck had put Amy off, but her ' generosity ', if you could call it that stopped there, she was rewarded no bow. Following the direction change she padded up to the pumpkin-haired woman, admiring the way it caught the afternoon sunlight. They looked quite the pair, orange and yellow walking side by side around the usual darkly-colored Inferni. The females looked reminiscent of a ball of sunfire, the colors licking their figures and shining in the sun prominently, bright and.. happy.
" Where would be the best place to practice? " The yearling questioned, taking the time to look around as they neared the mansion for the best place. She wasn't nearly as experienced as Alma and she didn't factor in the light spring breeze rustling the flaxen grasses that danced over the waste.
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