The, admittedly aging Cheeton, wandered along. He sniffed trying the find the familiar scent of bird in the wind. He moved along the solid ground, finally finding his land-legs and took a familiar path.
He didn't find any feathers that he could use. The flock must have moved on, so he walked even further. The first thing he saw was the bird, flitting around in a tree, hopping a bit and calling its song out.
The second thing he saw was the Hyena. He stilled - he might be part lion, but he was also a cheetah. He wasn't built for a fight, especially not being used to the solid lands or walking along without having the balance on dry patches.
He watched for a bit longer, noticing that the Hyena was watching the avian - but not in hunger. Perhaps he could talk to the Hyena and call the bird down. In fact, he was almost sure the avian was Mellas, but he could not be complete sure unless he moved a bit closer.
"Hello," he called lightly to the Hyena, hoping not to startle her.