"What do birds smell like anyway?" he mused aloud. "Rats? Dung? Trees?" If it was the last, they might have some problems since the whole area was infested with them . . . And then it started growing harder to think as some of the leftover tension he didn't even know he had in his shoulders began to relax, for a moment only the sounds of the whispering water in his ears registering. And then a heavy weight fell on his lids, and the pup considered sleeping right in the river without hesitation - it was Athena's continual flow of words that eventually woke him up, and he blinked blearily at her.
"Owls are birds. Yeah. Y'know, I think I'll head back since we're not having good luck with this. Maybe ask someone tomorrow . . ." Neptune yawned and stepped out of the river, making to turn them about when his ears cocked in one direction.
A single wingbeat. Two. Three. Nothing at all like an owl's but a bird's nonetheless, and a large one at that. Heading towards them! "Yeah, head back," he mumbled again quickly, picking up the pace to get back under the cover of trees.
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