Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

She challenged him to prove it, to which Artaax responded by shooting her a haughty roll of his eyes. Well, if that's what she wanted, then that's what she would get. He turned away from her, crouching low as the second eagle swept down to rejoin the first. He grinned at his good fortune, for the second bird would provide just the distraction he needed to make them forget his presence.

He was silent and still for a few minutes, just watching as the second eagle moved to re-engage the other in battle over the carcass. Artaax pulled his paws beneath him, tensing his muscles in preparation to move. A few more minutes passed, and finally, he crept forward another few inches. Then stopped. And waited.