Giggle stood still and quiet--listening, all four strong limbs straight to the ground. Her rounded ears were mostly pressed toward Canis, but flicked now and then toward Nemo as he spoke: and likewise that's where her attention was. Magic wisped out, invisible to the naked eye, as she took in the bird's words.
She was looking for something to eat, something a little more... substantial. Something they could share and get a little more out of, too.
"Well, that's how we all learned," she said, sparing him a dark-eyed glance, but it wasn't a correction. It almost sounded like reassurance, and she elaborated as she looked back out into the bones.
"Way back, we had no teachers. 'Practicing and messing with magic' is how we all learned; and it definitely does work with mushrooms." She sounded amused, casting another glance toward the lammergeier. She then took a few steps further into the stones, as he divided up the lizard.
"I know I said it before, but listen, because I've got a point: it's not all discovered, yet. We're still figuring it out as we go along. Don't fall into the trap of thinking older Gembounds've got some kinda magic list where everything is perfectly-practiced and totally known. Anything's still possible--you could invent a whole new magic by tomorrow. Don't ever let anyone tell you something can't be done."
Omen was out ahead, flicking, soaring, and Giggle sent her mind briefly with her. She knew there was a colony of rats over...
that sort of way; maybe they'd get lucky and her familiar would spot one away from the den.
There one was: a little Gray, bonier than most. Without thinking she sent her magic toward it, attempting to impress upon it a horrible image of some vague, dark, massive predator bearing down on it from behind, all fang and claw--to drive it toward them. It was growling, in this image, and behind it were horrible screams-
Oh, SHIT, she realized, just before it
happened. The Grays weren't stupid. Mimicry was their defense. Almost at once the distant rat echoed back the roaring it had heard in its mind, and then the screaming, and then the
rest of the colony had picked it up--probably trying to frighten off this unseen predator.
Giggle flinched back as distant Canis erupted in bass, rumbling bellows and shrill, agonized screams, one sound layered over another as the whole colony echoed it forth. Omen wheeled back, screeching, and the last Giggle saw, the undersized Gray was bolting into the colony's den.
"FUCK," she spat, and then, glancing dryly at Nemo with half-pinned ears,
"That was my fault. ...I was trying to get--never mind. It's not actually anything dangerous... just the gray rats. Let's eat, and thanks--I'll try to get us something else too, if I can, soon. YOu didn't need to give me all of this!"
Just... not yet. She'd messed
that one up pretty badly. Still... maybe it was a trick she could remember. She filed it away; using the Grays to make noise was certainly something
possible.
The hyena snapped up the lion's share of lizard, crunching it down, trying to ignore the horrific cacophony still going on behind her.
rain stock: D Sharon Pruitt wiki commons; hyena Benjamin Hollis on flickr