[Remind him to never apologize to Hunk for being snek.]

You sound more chicken than the other bird does. If it wants to kill us, we'll just kill it first.

[He curls one hand into a fist and strikes an open palm for emphasis, but they don't have to wait long to figure out what's going on. The golden chocobo comes to a stop in front of a sand dune, kweh-ing and ruffling its feathers while another few chocobo flee from behind it.

And stepping out from behind the dune? A Chocobo Eater. Or, as Dylas is going to put it:]

Whatever that is, it's too scary for Chunk, right?

[He may have forgotten Hunk's name, he might not have, who knows.]