The Collector--or more accurately whatever aspect of the Hunt currently looks like the owl beast's memory of the Collector--is caught off guard. This isn't the way this goes. They're knocked back a good distance, though they right themselves again quickly.

They tilt their head to the side at a slightly unnatural angle, more curious than anything else. There's still no face visible, just the glint of a golden crescent moon.

"What's this... do we have a third player?"

The owl beast, meanwhile, finishes tearing its way out of the net and takes the chance to catch its breath, watching in confusion. This isn't how this goes! It sniffs in the direction of the new creature, backing away slowly with the feathers along its spine ruffled.