The wind blew right past him as he climbed to third place. This was his favorite thing, racing birds with, what he likes to call, friendly competition around. Little did he know though with every place climbed and race he won this only upset Bufo and his henchman. Hunkering down closer to the bird, grasping its feathers and flying faster than the others, he flew through a thorny bush and escaping it along with the other traps Bufo's men had tried to caught him in, won the race by a hair.

His heart was pumping as he landed the little brown bird he rod, ruffling its feathers it followed someone back to a resting area. Nod was pumped about that win, this is what he dreamed of, not being a leafman, to race birds with harsh winds whipping past, shouting mocking words to other competitors that get lost in the wind behind him. Not to live by law and so many rules in uncomfortable armor protecting something that he cared slightly about.

Pumping his arms in the air he glanced around and was met with your eyes, he confidently chuckled and walked closer, and spoke with his new found, adrenaline filled cockiness

"So what did you thinks about that? I totally had those guys have a run fir their money huh?"