Haunted Wood the hell in your eyes

Paging @Thuringwethil

The bird circled above the Commander's head, a bundle of red fur clutched in its beak. It had contemplated it next course of action long enough, and now needed more data in order to make its final decision.

Swooping low, it entered the Commander's line of sight, landing several yard away and waving the fur in a gesture that was almost taunting before taking to the air once more.

The bird moved slowly, flying low enough to the ground that one might think they could catch it, should they leap just high enough. But the bird's command of the sky was masterful, and a wolf had as much of a chance catching her at this height as it had taking flight itself.