Iktome Plains wuskripa

he will succeed!

it was a horrible, beautiful sight.

she sprang forth and soon enough there were feathers and blood upon her. he wondered if his prayer had been heard for how swift she struck.

he followed in her movements.

a snapping of his teeth at a wing and the one opposite battered him for it.

grant me swiftness, grant me strength. Your greatness is shown in my actions.

hollow bones crunched in his mouth and although he had not downed the bird fully just yet, it would not escape either. not easily. by the grace of God, he would feed them. he would feed his soul.