Y'shtola isn't the only one with their tail doing their own thing. The wolfskin stands close by, clearly of the same mind as he watches the bludrocs wander around caring for their nests and eggs. His own tail wags behind him, the thought of fresh meat being more than a little pleasing to him and his empty stomach.

"Go after their nests and it's gonna be easy to pick one of 'em off while they're all distracted. Trust me on this." He says while offering her a grin and a thumbs up. Curiously his hair seems to be dotted with brilliantly coloured feathers, showing that perhaps he's already had a run in with the birds before.