Shawn ****ed his head, <I know. These birds are extremely adept to flying in the cover of trees. CQC, baby. You go tigress, I'll guide you. You can use your tiger instincts to track me; just, uh, don't eat me.
<We have two choices, we can either go to Cassie's barn where we can get you a falcon or eagle, or we can trek it to The Gardens*, where we can find something else. We can also get you a nice stock of morphs for the future. Never a bad idea to stock up on ammo.> Shawn grips the branch hard and flaps his wings for enthusiasm, <So, m'lady, where to?>
((*The Gardens, if you don't already know, is like Marine World. It's where the Animorphs get a majority of their morphs.))