A small gust of wind came out of nowhere and ruffled his fine fluff, but he was more intent on catching that little newt thing. The creature was tiny enough to get caught too, but it went tumbling backwards in a heap, and Mori was suddenly caught with the amphibian hugging his beak. Morigarra lifted his head up and shook it, but the creature remained; it looked petrified and almost sick, like it had just experienced a ride at a fair for the first time. With one more flick and shiver he sent the newt flying off of his face. Mori tried to catch it when it was free, but it zoomed and hit the wall, tumbling in to the dark and skittering away. When he charged after it he thought he heard something - there was a brief spark of energy in the gemstone behind his skull, but nothing major - and the creature was lost.
The newt was forgotten almost as soon as it hit the wall, and Mori went back to scavenging across the dusty floor. Nothing interesting popped up initially so he retreated, moving to intercept Eytan just as he began mussing up the chick's awesome 'do. He ducked away from the paw and fluffed up. How dare you! His expression said, just as he began trying to snip at Eytan's toebeans. But then he found an opening and took it - bolting in to the dark.