Wapun Meadow the start of something new

As the bird strutted proudly, her companion missed. What were they doing wrong? Crouching down, she studied it for a minute, unmoving as she followed it's movements. Was it worth it? Would it even taste good?

Having an idea, she padded behind it and nipped it. It turned around squawking awfully, but instead of backing up, the wolfess lunged forward, her head sideways, teeth open. They met their mark, and she bit down as hard as she could, hearing a strangled cry after a crunching sound. Shaking hard, a loud pop was heard, and she dropped it and looked down. It was still twitching, but dead? Maybe? She looked up and shrugged then looked back down.