Birb Trapper
To trap a bird, one must first think like a bird. Rino was never one to delve into such cliche philosophical verses, but he was trying his best thanks to Noir's classy influence.
They did not look too good lying in the shrub to spy on the feathery creatures who appeared very carefree as they flew, sang, hopped and picked at berries from trees. If anything, Rino's subordinates would tell him that he looked ridiculous. How could the lord of darkness stoop to spying on birds lying on the ground on his exposed ribs?! Not to mention, there were stray strands of grass covering his black cape.
Noir's pupils were widely dilated as he stared at the birds, entranced by their movements. The usually lazy cat was now tense like a spring ready to shoot. Rino could only follow his reliable master hunter's lead and lie low.