Nocturne Summit None more black

Something was definitely happening up there.  She couldn't see it, but snatches reached her when they weren't caught up in the wind and carried away.  Wildfire's curse cut through loud and clear, and Roz's ears flipped back when she heard it.  That didn't bode well for dinner.

She stared up and waited while Wildfire made her way down, her breath hissing out when she heard the bad news.  "Damn things must be smarter than they look," she replied with a somewhat woebegone tone, her mood dampened at the thought of all that choice meat frolicking away unenjoyed.  What a waste.  "I guess it wasn't meant to be."  Her stomach heavily disagreed with that sort of talk, however, and made it's displeasure known with an angry lurch.  "Yeah yeah," she muttered darkly.  At least she'd keep her girlish figure.

"Probably would've tasted rotten anyway."  She finished without a lot of conviction.  They should've just charged it together and tried to push it off the ledge.