Pouncing Piping Plovers

Iskra couldn't help but smile at the woman's response, the little flourishing bow automatically earning her a place of interest in Iskra's mind. Anyone who reacts like that has to be at least somewhat fun, and Iskra just so happened to be a big fan of fun. "Looks like a smashing success, then." Canting her head to the side, Iskra added, "I suppose you're right. They're awfully little. And who has the time to take out a whole flock of birds just for a snack?" something in her tone suggested that Iskra might very well do just that for the right incentive. Or for shits and giggles, whichever came first.

"What's your name, bird catcher?"