[A message appears from an unknown number to Azula. Leshy has acquired a burner phone, something he's going to trash before it can be followed to him. He's a hunter, but he knows how to cover his own tracks as much as stalk those left by others. How handy it is, that he knows she's from the ENMA Department and they have such... robust public records.

The message starts with a disturbing set of noises; the carving and peeling of hides. This is followed with music, distant humming and a tune she'll recognize as what Leshy has whistled to her.

Then, he speaks, as a narrator might in telling a story,]

I found you, little bird. [the humming drones in the background, as does the continued, harmonizing sounds of sawing and tearing flesh]

Our conflict is not yet through. I trust that you have survived. You are a ferocious beast. A fine challenger. You will fight me again, with fire and talon. I will meet you, with tooth and claw. I will be victorious over you.

Do not fret or fear that defeat. It is apart of accepting your place within the cycle of life and death. [a bone snaps, Leshy wets his mouth]

My collection has never had a Grand Phoenix before. That is what you are. You belong among my beasts. Such an existence is noble and you will thrive once mine. Steel yourself, as I am, while we have both lick our wounds and regained our power. Mend your damaged wing and rise to face me. I expect nothing less of you. You've proven a worthy opponent, just as I had wished for. I am rarely impressed.

The game is on. Do not disappoint me... Azula, of the ENMA Department.

[... Message over. There is a brief window of time, before he dismantles every part of this device, that should could return his message.]