Rocket grinned. “I’ll teach you how to forage!” She exclaimed, then dipped down to the field. With her feet firmly planted in the grass, she stilled, remembering that she hadn’t foraged since she was two months old. Which was, well, two months ago, but it seemed longer than that. And that had been the first and last time she’d foraged in a field.
Vaatras detached himself from the bush and looked around wildly. “Where’d they go?!” He squawked.
Oyster, staring after Riski and Fish Sticks, didn’t answer.
Vaatras followed Oyster’s gaze. Spotting them, he hopped onto a rock and whooped. “Ha! Cowards! They’re flappin’ away, we’ve beat ‘em!”
When Riski and Fish Sticks proceeded to land on the island again, Vaatras’ grin disappeared from his beak.
Oyster took off towards them, flanked by the four gulls that had just arrived. Vaatras followed, grumbling.