Two Rivers Isle Brunch is best enjoyed alone

The speed at which a wolf did arrive was remarkabley fast, and the huntress's eyes glinted with a feirce hunger. Not yet, however, first she would wait. wait, until the brown male, small yet still a good meal, grew closer to the meal, until he buried within it his fangs and fixated on the prey, sound and delicious. 

then, she struck. slipped down from the branch in a brief flash of wings, taking a hunters approach, fast and deadly and accurate as she attempt to grab the scruff of the male with her talons, wings beating to keep her aloft. she was no fool to think she could make off with the male with ease, though perhaps she could pull him off balance, strike where he was most vulnerable, and eventually, feast.