Shadowwyn Moor The Trail We Blaze

A resounding snap of his jaws scared the bird away and he watched with concealed amusement as she darted away quickly to a safe distance. While she was busy escaping, the Roman spat the few tail feathers that he had managed to catch onto the grass and licked his teeth, just watching her dance around was enough to make him hungry. But he decided not to kill her and eat her yet, for her arrogant and idiotic attitude amused him to no end, and he seriously could use some fun and joy in his life. Even if he was getting it from scaring smaller animals than himself.

He wasn't bullying her. This was simply the food chain. This was the way of life, the way of the wild.

"You are," Raziel replied calmly. "You are a bird, I am a wolf. Wolves eat meat you know, and to me, you are simply a talking, feathery, flying piece of meat. You'll make a nice snack." The corner of his lips quirked upwards into a smirk as she tossed a pebble at his nose, quickly, he ducked and the pebble sailed over his head, brushing the end of his silvery fur. "Birds don't hit well," the Roman smiled and lifted a paw, swiping at her, hoping to topple her over.