Heron Lake Plateau Burning Sun

Rolled a 1- no bird for Niamh.

 

She ran beneath the bird which struggled in the air, beating its wings furiously- but obviously, she hadn't managed to pull out enough tail feathers to make it impossible for the damn thing to fly. It was able to pull away and tag along behind its friends, and eventualyl, Niamh slowed to a stop, cursing softly under her breath. It didn't pain her to badly to miss a bird- after all, no wolf had a perfect hunting record, and birds weren't exactly the easiest thing in the world to catch anyway. Any other creature could run- as could a wolf...But birds could fly, giving them an advantage beyond wolves completely. 

She turned and moved back toward Nevouku, hoping perhaps that he'd had better luck with his bird- though he too was tailing one that he'd injured, but hadn't quite managed to bring down.