She chuckled, and shook her head in amusement.

"'Murder bird.' An apt description, I suppose. I still don't understand the necessity for this," she gestures towards the lion, "particular configuration, but I suppose, if it's effective, then..." Again, she shakes her head and grins. "Who am I to judge?"

She pans down the length of the lion, and then gently descends back to the ground level. Woola has disappeared again somewhere.