Haunted Wood it's a long way down

the boy does not kill the bird immediately, instead swinging it around by the wing until it hits the ground, hard. sensing the play in his motion, she darts forward before he even has the chance to pin it firmly. seizing the head in her jaws, she tugs, hard, as if the creature is a christmas cracker. joints pop, tendons breath, and suddenly the bird is limp. grin graces her muzzle for an instant, as she meets the boy's gaze, before returning her attention to the dying bird, relenting the meal to her companion. a moment later she's making quick work of her catch, hunger making her efficient as she rents the bird messily.