Swiftcurrent Creek Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime

While the agonizing creature fought to scramble back to its feet, Maera pinned him down with her gaze alone. She was so engrossed watching the ugly and injured bird move in awkward ways that made it seem like it was doing some kind of dance or ritual. The heat that iradiated from Valtyr's shoulder was comforting for the flame colored babe, she leaned against him and mimicked his words before sneaking a quick glance at mommy's face.

"Whaa?!", she prodded while blinking expectantly at Tuwa's face, her eyes lingering slowly in the scar that marred her beautiful face. Suddenly the brusque flopping of the bird against the den's floor made her look away --and even twitch a little with fear. Larus' quick escape went unnoticed to her, she only had eyes for the dying bird at the moment.

The urge --or desire-- to bat her paw against the blood spattered body of the winged creature grew when it gave an pained cawk that to her ears was like a plead for her to play. Still she didn't want to be the first to approach the creature, perhaps if Val came along...