Tobi
"How very interesting." She said dryly, smoking then gnawing on the fish she had caught. Readjusting her wings in the water, she enjoyed how small waves lapped at her scales, and she felt almost like a SeaWing. "What do you all day? Hang around talking to some hawks like some mad dragon?"
Erik
"We help raise and protect the endangered species of hawks, and make sure all of them are thriving in some way. And we don't really talk to all of them, they're wild of course. But since we started, we've all had one hawk that just... Chose us. I know *That* Sounds a bit nutty, but it's kinda like prophecies in a way. They represent who you are a little way." He nodded, not minding explaining what he did. He loved doing it, and there was nothing else in the world he would've want to do but this.
Tobi
She snorted, as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world, though admitted only to herself that it sounded *Somewhat* Interesting. She couldn't deny how crazy he sounded comparies *Hawks* To *Prophecies* "Right. Don't tell me you get a prophecy from the stars and a hawk flies down into your talons." She said, managing a short laugh before she swam abit more, looking more graceful then on land or sky.
Erik
"No, it's just more of a connection. Not many dragons nowadays try to communicate with the life around them. Especially prey and animals. Sometimes you just have to try and they'll help you find food without issue. How do you think I found that deer so quickly?" He tilted his head, holding up some deer flesh and ate it. He was pretty calm, despite her snarkiness and somewhat rude remarks. He had met much worse. 
"Maybe when you see how sanctuary you'll understand." He offered, flicking his tail as he went over to the water to wash off his talons and face.
Tobi
"Who would talk to their food? Then you can't eat 'cause it ran away." She resaoned, still unsure about the prey-being-friends situation. "Dunno, you probably talked to it and convinced it to go straight into your jaws- well, fire, alteast. She slaughed, notioning the charred sides of the animal with her eyes. 
"Although I would *Love* To see your little bird-thingy, I can't go, I'm waiting for my brother." She thought the sentiment about her brother would make him leave, because this stranger was rather irritable and surely he would mind more company, especially if she was like this. To be honest, her ditzy brother was weak-hearted and would probably go galloping off talking to hawks and probably squirrels by the time the stranger was done with him.
Erik
He sighed weakly, rolling his eyes. "Not the prey themselves. The birds." He let a strange chirping sound out, which in then had a reason once a small family of hawks all chased down after a deer. He let a roar out at them, the hawks stopping and flying straight towards him, all landing at his side and fluttering their wings. They then just took care of themselves, ate part of the deer meat. 
"*That,* Is what I mean." He chuckled, as the deer hopped away back into the forest. He then spread his wing out, and all of the hawks happily landed on it, and he lifted his wing up, springing them up to the air. They all took off, squawking happily. 
"There're still very much wild so I just let them be. But I help them, they help me. Kinda like crows and wolves." He smiled.