Flycatcher Downs You can tell

The strange canine spotted her, releasing a growl that stopped Calfuray in her tracks and lowered her head into deference.

After the silence drags for a moment, she nods her head to the raven clutched in the jaws of the other. You caught that? She asks, eyes never once leaving the face of the stranger.

Something told Calfuray that this one would not be intimidated out of their meal. But, she always had other methods.

It's impressive. I'm not much of a bird hunter myself. She allows her tail to wave at her hocks. You must be rather strong.