Hushed Willows but i finally think i can say

Their path was made easy. 

The red boy took lead. She'd bend to it instantly and feed a greater need to learn. There came more questions of him when he got ahead. Where did he come from? That brilliant red, was it blood stain? His accent was so different and unheard. All of those questions helped her keep pace with the flame dipped tail. 

Birds gave themselves away. Their preys greatest feature was all they could use for their own advantage as wolves. The noise of their wings drew the pair to the nests, and Nutuyikruk starved for a greater taste of the Hunt. It would start with eggs. Birds. 

One day, she'd watch a titan fall.

"Okay!" Nerves told her to not mess up! A breath resided in her words. "Fast."

Ezra retrieved the first two eggs, and Nutuyikruk could hear already the screech of a male. She went for the last, trying carefully not to crush it, but her head came out to be met with diving talons. She moved carefully near Ezra in its attack. Meadowlarks flew low. Maybe he could get it!