Tsunami grinned as the flames drove back the hunters in front of her. Their little shouts and squeaks (it was hard not to think of the noises they made as squeaks, even if she could understand their words) were music to her ears. Now she could get to work. She half-spun, trying to untangle her wing from the net as she steeled herself to leap at another group of hunters--time for a snack!

Or that was the plan, anyway. There's an undignified yelp as Starflight suddenly lands on top of her, knocking her flat with the unexpected weight.

"Starflight--!" Okay, it's not his fault. He's blind! She can hear Minnow squawking--actually feel the fear between them. "Just--get off so I can eat them!"