Ankyra Sound they're lining up the prisoners and the guards are taking aim

She is impressive.  She lands on the bird's back and grabs its neck; though the bird is large there is not much room for him to do anything other than watch now.  He takes a few steps back (unsure if she will become possessive of the kill now that it is dead) and regards her with his yellow stare.  The other birds are gone, but they did a good job.  You've earned this, he rumbles, Take it home.