a miss at first, but instinct caught up to hesitation an outpaced it with a second attempt. she lunged again, and this time her jaws met feathery flesh. the bird twisted in his grasp, beating against her muzzle, but she didn’t let go until it went limp between her lips.
the rest of the flock rushes to flee until only silence followed, broken only by heavy breathing. she blinked down at her catch, chest tight with the wild, jittering pulse of success. it took her a moment to lift her head. kirain was already looking back, feathers clutched in her own jaws, eyes bright. proud.
guess that’s dinner,she panted, lips curving to a smile.
good job.