... if we're lucky enough for them to be fleeing towards us instead of anywhere else... [Anasui clicks his beak with annoyance but it's clear by his expression that he's taking both Laios' and Sanji's words into consideration. Anasui looks up into the sky and scowls.]

... Scared birds, huh? We know this thing hunts birds but damn if we'll see any in the air with this fog...

[And so Anasui looks out to the ocean, looking for fleeing fish or anything else that may help them. At least the ocean is in motion, and movement from Pokemon will cause ripples. The air won't offer any clues like the ocean will.

And yet... it's of little comfort. Anasui's gaze remains stoic but he's as tense as Flamebringer as he looks out at the sea. He doesn't particularly like the ocean anymore (not after last time); the open water sends down a wave of unease down his spine to the tips of every one of his feathers. He expects that every time he looks out into the creeping fog onto the ocean's surface he'll see bodies in the water.

But no. He can just see a second school of tiny Pokemon, swimming away. He frowns as he looks at their movements.]

... Is it me or is this a lot of Wishiwashi? The small fish, I mean...