She'd taken to the wing under the guise of expanding the search, soaring low over the jutting mountain range and out into the surrounding valley with ease. It was so much easier to fly in the open, and simply ride the wind as it sang across the hills. It was also much easier to spot the little beasties that roamed through the grass, nothing to hide their approach. She didn't have Fluffy here to ward off any unwanted attention with a scowl and a snarl, after all.

Kier made a wide loop of the hills, scanning for a good place to land, and finally settled on a tree at the very edge of the bordering forest. The little beastie she'd spotted wasn't a threat up here, and so she twisted her head across her back to preen her flight feathers. One came loose and she dropped it, her eyes following its gentle path toward the ground, and watched it settle on the head of a tiger.

The branch beneath her creaked as Kier startled, wings outstretched, but the beastie wasn't looking at her. It's attention was turned out, across the plains, toward the littler beastie she'd passed over earlier. Crouched, quiet, watching. Was it... hunting?

She hesitated a moment, legs tensed in preparation for a hasty take-off. She had no vested interest in the ensuring the little beasties' survival, of course, but she was also struck by the thought that messing with the big beastie's hunt would be funny.

Kier took to the air in a flurry of movement with a sharp croak of warning. Behind her, the scattered voices of a handful of other ravens rose to meet hers as she banked to circle low over the little wolf.