Twitchy-twitch. Twitch. Twitch twitch. Such energetic, twitchy little animals, squirrels. Small and quick, lithe and agile.
Tasty.
With a high-pitched screech, a black and white blur descended on the defenseless ground squirrel. Well, seemingly defenseless. She had misjudged her impact point, and while Nyra hit the small creature with her talons, her body kept moving forward and soon the two were tumbling end-over-end with each other. The squirrel started to recover first, wiggling from the child's talons, then turning on her with its own sharp teeth. Another screech, this one of pain as she turned her claws on the creature escaping from her talons.
How dare the little tree-rat dinner-morsel attack her back?!?
Claws, teeth, and talons were all put in play, and even if inexperienced, the small creature had no chance against such spiteful fury. The winged child was speckled with blood from the 'ferocious battle', but she stood proud, victorious over her enemy.
"Not the cleanest kill I've ever seen."
The demon dropped noiselessly from the canopy, landing in a crouch on all-fours. He eyed the mangled squirrel carcass and shook his head. "But, you still got it. I guess." Alright, he'd probably struggled a bit at first too. It was hard to remember that far back. Still, she wasn't doing bad at least. A little less graceful or sneaky than Vika at this age, but..she was already making her own kills despite that.
Nyra glared at Kane, snapping, "My kill. Can't kill and stay clean." She attempted to fluff her feathers up in an intimidating manner, only succeeding in making herself a blood-speckled puffball.
Kane snorted at the sight. "That's not what I meant and you know it. Still, guess you can work on style later, long as you can get the job done. Alright, let's get going. Pick up your dinner and let's head for home. You thinking raw or roasted tonight?"
Kane's answer was the bird child's action of picking up her prize and sinking her sharp teeth into it.
"Guess you're hungry then," he quipped dryly, then shrugged. He wasn't about to comment otherwise. After all, once in a while, even he sated the urge to enjoy a meal still warm from the kill, not from a fire.
