Spotted Eagle Mountain that shattered feeling, well the cause of it's a lesson learned

with the fledgling that had nearly cost both of them their lives still dangling from her jaws, astara flew into the forest followed by the limping shade of her companion. the winged devils shrieked and lifted their fanning wings skyward, having little room to pursue through the thicket.

as they ran, merrick's teeth came dangerously close to astara's rump and she scooted forward, a snarl gurgling in her throat in response to the baring of his teeth. she slowed only as merrick limped off under the eaves of a budding oak -- she watched him silently, apprising his condition while the fledgling gradually stilled between her jaws.

the nightcub had little pity for the damage she'd caused him. treading wide of a gnarled root, astara set on her lean stomach and began to tear into her prize hungrily. after a gristly snap she pared the meager meal in half, flung its piece towards merrick, and then dove with quavering snaps into her meal.