No one is a total fool
Despite Grimm's impressive hunting skills, he has to admit that the women are holding their own. It's not hard to figure out what's going on, but he doesn't even have to talk while they piece together the information provided by the environment. Instead, he wanders to the edge of the plot, looking out to the direction they've indicated for the new skyport. His shifted eyes see a distant plume of dust on the horizon, barely perceptible in the afternoon sunlight. The dark-haired woman isn't wrong in her assessment.
When she lays her measuring gaze on him again, Grimm glowers back, waiting for her to say whatever it is she's thinking, waiting for her to question his ability to hold his own during this chase. She doesn't, but the option she presents is obviously aimed towards Colt, forcing her to pick between flying with this woman or trailing behind.
Confident in his own speed, his jaw feathers, eyes narrowing. "Moi shif' kin keep up." Dark eyes glance to Colt, not hesitating as he adds, "Oi kin carry Col' too."
Grimm suggests that he can carry Colt while Thal flies ahead.
When she lays her measuring gaze on him again, Grimm glowers back, waiting for her to say whatever it is she's thinking, waiting for her to question his ability to hold his own during this chase. She doesn't, but the option she presents is obviously aimed towards Colt, forcing her to pick between flying with this woman or trailing behind.
Confident in his own speed, his jaw feathers, eyes narrowing. "Moi shif' kin keep up." Dark eyes glance to Colt, not hesitating as he adds, "Oi kin carry Col' too."
Grimm suggests that he can carry Colt while Thal flies ahead.
Grimm
if he knows when to hold his tongue
