Moo Went The Cow

"Talk" Walk

"You seem like you could use another hunter for this," His ear flicked at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, but who was he to deny help to bring down some food? It would be stupid of him to turn whoever it was away, especially considering he was trying to pick off one of the bison babies and it was winter...not to mention he would definitely need an extra paw if he wanted to get close to his target. Finally, after a few moments of deciding, he nodded and turned to her. She was a monochrome beauty. Ash and charcoal, as if she were born from the remnants of a fire. Hmm...how fitting that she be his hunting partner. She was younger than him, of course. And he swore it wasn't that long ago that he had been her age.

But oh, how time liked to pass them by.

"I have my sights set on that bison calf there," He pointed to its general location with his muzzle. Crimson gaze flicked up to the black-feathered bird that hovered over the herd. Good. The cockatoo was already doing what he usually did best and analyzing the situation from above. Ignis turned to the stranger, a small smile on his lips. "Name's Ignis. Since you're my hunting partner for the day, I suppose we ought to come up with a good plan to separate it from the herd...unless we pick a different target?" He was curious about her input, but he didn't care one way or another what they went after as long as he got the chance to eat after.