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Well, if anything, it will be funny to watch. Was she teasing them both? Entirely so. She led them out of the dorms, and directed them immediately to her favorite little spot, dense with trees and chirping with wildlife. There wasn't much there yet, and she knew she'd have better luck if she went in deeper, but she wasn't under any real impression that they were going to catch real game today. Jericho couldn't remember a thing about hunting, and Malodore, while a delightfully pointy and deadly being - Riley had to take a moment to compose herself at the thought - was still just noisy enough to notify the better listeners of the forest.

So instead, easy game. The kind that were just a bit too friendly to be safe.

Okay, dears. Pick a tree. Any tree. Then, we climb.

Jericho gave Riley a sort of nervous smile. Oh boy. This was going to be interesting. Once they were at their destination, the elf looked around. Ok. Pick a tree. Any tree.

"Aaah.. that one!" he chimed before making his way. It looked fairly sturdy.

Hopefully.

In any case, he began to carefully make his way up. Or try to. He was a bit clumsy about it.

None whatsoever? My, my. I am in trouble then, aren't I? Malodore thought back at Riley... because really, Jericho didn't need to hear their flirting. They were out here for him, after all, not because this was one of Calder's beloved 'dates'.

... And Jericho had picked a tree. Damn. That meant it would have to try and climb. It gave the tree a firm look, as if daring the tree to do something. Nothing happened other than branches shaking under Jericho's clambering. Hm. Well, maybe it should... wait for him to get up there? Yes. Clearly. It would have to wait. It was only proper. It wasn't stalling at all.

Nope.

It was entirely distracting, the way Malodore's voice sounded in her mind. Distracting enough to lose sight of what they were doing for a moment. What were they.. tree.. why..

Oh - Riley stumbled forward, caught off guard when she remembered where she was and what they were doing, and her cheeks flushed dark in embarrassment. So. Jericho, it looks like your natural climbing instincts are still there. That's good. She walked over, and stood under the tree, pressing her hands against it. And you picked a very sturdy one. I can feel it. How do things look from up there?

Malodore was hesitating, and it was obvious in every gesture and move it made. She tried to keep a straight face. Up you go, mia cara. She murmured, letting only the tiniest trace of amusement lace her thoughts.

A ladder. Was it really asking for a ladder. Riley couldn't watch Malodore suffer, not even for a moment, nor could she handle the mere idea of needing a ladder to climb a tree. She moved up behind the plague doctor, and patted its shoulders gently.

This was cruel of me. I'm sorry. She wrapped her hands around its waist gently, gathering it up in a firm hold, and nuzzled her head in the crook of its neck. Just hold on. I'll get you up and down from there.

Her feet slowly lifted off the ground, as she hovered very carefully up, and completely cheated at tree climbing by carrying it up into the crook of a branch near Jericho. She settled it in, and then untangled herself from it, moving her arms up to grab a higher branch. With one arm, she hung from the branch and swung there idly as her wings dimmed.

Better?

Hanging happily from the tree, Riley looked at Jericho with a pleased expression. Now we let instinct take over. Jericho, close your eyes. Clear your senses. I want you to hear everything. Taste the air. Feel where the breeze is coming from. She pushed lightly, to keep rocking - apparently enjoying herself. Basically, we're going to work on honing your senses while you're up here. The key to hunting is knowing where your prey is before it knows where you are. That means using almost everything before sight.

Hmm. That was not what Malodore had been expecting, truth be told - but it sounded much more pleasant than what the plague doctor had assumed would happen. It nodded, shifting so that it could hold onto the tree trunk, digging claws into the bark before it quieted.

It heard... rustling leaves, Riley's breathing, Jericho's breathing. As a doctor, it was used to listening closely, though it was usually through a stethoscope that focused the sound, reducing the world to that one pipeline of contact. Now... everything seemed overwhelming, almost.

Not sight. That left... sound. Touch and taste were immaterial. Scent would do it no good. Though it did have one other sense; still, it wasn't sure it would care for feeling terror and deathpain from its target.