Moonspear the night brings violence, are you okay

lazy circle made without so much as a flap of a wing, save for when the thermals she rode weakened and she steadied herself. above the mountain, her hunter's prowl made with what seemed like tired, casual dips and soars, and yet in reality was nothing but. she saw them, between the trees, wolves, yet had yet to choose a target. and when a pup entered her field of vicion, and he gaze latched onto the small form as she made yet another pass, did her mind make a quick decision.

then she plumetted, an arrow of beather and beak and feirce yellow optics, a sleek missile for the kill. she had waited until the trees, bare as they were ,did not shelter the pup so much before she dived, wings opening with a thud above the girl as the woman alit before her, talons gripping stone as she stared down at the pup.
alone