Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

keshka’s ears flicked sharp at the rattle of wings, the sudden rush of bodies skyward. a blur of motion, gold eyes catching the flare of brown and white as the pheasants broke from the brush.
yip!
the sound shot out, sharp and bright, a bark of thrill as she lunged. her legs coiled beneath her and she launched, up—higher than seemed sensible—teeth flashing wide to snap onto the edge of a wing. the bird shrieked, beat hard against her grasp, but gravity favored her; keshka yanked it down, slamming the pheasant to the frost-heavy earth with a satisfying thud.
she panted over it, grip tightening as it gave its final struggle, then went limp.
without pause, she looked over to sulukinak. breath visible in the chill, chest heaving, a grin cut across her dark muzzle as she tossed the bird's body toward her companion.