Dancin' is what you do

Watching as the quails fell in the trap, Atreyu found herself oddly entertained by the frantic flapping of the birds. They looked like small chickens, though they could fly a good ways. There were a few in the trap, enough that they could split them. The small woman gave her name, and Atreyu smiled, dipping her head and smiling. "Atreyu Morningstar. Pleasure to meet you!" She stated her name again, this time in full, in case Bellatrix had been too busy before to hear her. Atreyu didn't mind repeating herself, she understood what kind of focus it took to craft something like a quail trap.

Bellatrix offered her the other six and Atreyu smiled, listening as she told her they would be good livestock. Without a true home, there was little point in trying to keep them as livestock, but perhaps one of her siblings or friends would like them. She would take them as livestock, something to keep and breed for later use. Plus the eggs would be a nice bonus. Atreyu waved her tail, "Thank you, I think I will keep them alive, they would be better for my band that way." Smiling she wondered how she would get them home. "You wouldn't happen to know how we could make a cage for them, do you?" A hopeful look came across that pretty spotted face, maybe they could figure it out together.

"Talking."