Sheepeater Cliff soronúmë

Thankfully for the young male, a swift snap at the bird's heel set talons free from his flesh, leaving the raptor exposed and vulnerable to it's executioner. And just like that it was over - the final screech cut short by the unsettling crunch of cervical vertebrae.

Victory never tasted quite so sweet, but that might be due to the blood still lingering on his tongue.

Either way, they had triumphed - successful in their mission to rid the court of hunger. It was a joyous occasion that left him on a high, one that caused him to overlook the wound he'd earned and forget about until later that evening.

After all, now was the time for celebration was it not?