Cedar Sweep he eats the whole chicken wing, bone and everything

she watched between high blades of mountain-sedge as the scene unfolded: an ink-black male, his spine artfully arched as he snapped back and a small object was hurtled midair before being seized between the jagged edges of steel-like jaws. just like that, the vole was gone forever.

admittedly, caiaphas watched with unrepentant interest. it had been some time since she had tested her wits against a stranger; for too long she had stagnated, collecting dust on the exposed shelves of the redhawk's plateau. her ears swept forward at the sound of a growl and she returned it with her own quiet rumble, advancing then through the thicket with a neutral pose despite the vehement flash in her gaze.