Myrtle, Neville, Spirit, Sangre, Hedwig: High above the pair of lovebirds (well... love-fish-and-possessed-cloth?), Hedwig was silently fuming. She was stealthy, damn it! She could approach a wild Mothim from behind and devour him in one bite, and do the whole thing so quickly and quietly that the ill-fated insect would literally have no idea what happened. One second, he'd be alive and well, and the next second, death. Not even a damn Azumarill would be able to hear her coming! And she had been completely silent this whole time, so why was it that Neville had spotted her and not Sangre? She sneaked a glance at the male Crobat next to her, and silently wondered... was he somehow stealthier than her? What possible reason could there have been that she was the one who was noticed, and not him? Myrtle, of course, noticed the both of them- try as he might to not show his emotions outwardly, Sangre could not conceal them, not completely. Even the slightest bit of emotion could not be hidden from Myrtle's supernatural sense of taste. But that slimy Stunfisk noticed her. How? She had been completely silent this entire time, her movements had been minimal, and the tree branches and leaves were hiding her well. And yet here she was, her stealth skills called into question, right in front of another Crobat. How humiliating! Still, she remained still and silent, not wanting to confirm what she hoped were but mere coincidental suspicions on the Stunfisk's part. Even if Myrtle had already identified her to the Stunfisk.