The garoudor flew calmly over the park, eyes on the ground, watching for a flock of grey birds with red sneakers. The temple fellox sat at the gates, watching for any others that might enter. "Any signs, Thor?" The garoudor called down. "Not yet, K.C." The fellox stated simply. "Whats up?" Kyte asked, as she landed beside him, with a shrug of her wings. "Nothing." Thor answered grumpily, thumping his rocky tail against the ground, creating a rather large indent. "I can sence iiiit~" Kyte mused, pecking at his head gently and playfully. Thor ragged his head away. "Kyte, will ya get offa my face?" He snroted at her as Kyte's head recoiled quickly, blinking once, twice, thrice. "Thor-" She began, then the fellox cut her off. "Kyte, stop it, A'ight? Nothin's wrong."
Kyte frowned slightly. "I know something is." Thor huffed. "Alright! I admit it! I don't like the idea of this group hunt. Gives me the creeps." Kyte smiled. Aha, she won. "Don't worry Thor, nothings going to happen."
"How Dy'ou know?"
"'cause I do?"
"Fair 'nuff." With those words, the duo then fell silent, watching the gates.