Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

Artaax's shocked morphed into an angry glare as the female drove his prey away. It was clearly an intentional move. Silently, he hoped that the eagles would swoop down on her again and this time, they'd tear her damn eyes out of her skull. But they didn't. They whirled away into the air as she trotted away, leaving him angry and frustrated and disappointed. Furiously, he turned and stalked away in the other direction, not even bothering to claim the half-eaten carcass they had left behind. It was not the prey he'd been after, and he would rather have no prize at all than the consolation prize.