It was yet again another boring day and there wasn't really anything for the mare to do. She flapped her wings as she sped through the air like a eagle trying to find some kind of prey. In fact, that wasn't too far off. She was looking for something to eat and it needed to be something of substance. Hopefully there was an elk or buck in the area so that it could be a carcass she could feed from for a couple days or at least a day. She hadn't been that lucky lately and her body was paying the consequences. That was until she spotted something absolutely perfect. It was a lone buck with a couple doe's around him. He was keeping watch, but not watching good enough. His eyes were focused on the ground and not the air, which was a fatal mistake on his part. With one final strong flap and a swoop, a shriek could be heard. Creatures scattered everywhere and then it became very silent. The mare stood atop her kill with a wide grin.
Licking her blood-stained muzzle, she slowly began to eat her fill. When she was finished, she laid down under a tree observing the remains of her kill as she cleaned all the blood off herself. Though something caused the mare to rise up onto her feet. She could feel something was approaching, but she didn't know who or what it was. Flicking her wings on her back, she looked around for whatever it was because she was willing to defend her kill with as much brutality as she needed to use.
