Moonspear the night brings violence, are you okay

Weak. meek. small. 
the perfect prey for another, yet for the huntress, quite boring without challenge. for a brief,  quick moment the fleeting thought of leaving crossed her mind, yet this opportunity was too interesring to waste. a pup, without guardian, sat before her. 

then she was moving, a few quick hops forward with a predators speed, talons extended to grasp the pup as he wings sought to get her airborne, and the pup as well, should she succeed in her grab. the pup was of no interest to her, but the others that could be drawn by a child in pain or fear were.