Twisted Slough An isle of flightless birds

she thought his tactic good for one so young; the birds foolishly paid no mind until he was among them again, his boyish snaps driving the fowl toward her. as they took to the air, erzulie darted forth, powerful hindlegs lifting her catlike in the air while her own teeth closed around the flapping wing of one avian.
the boy was correct; the things did reek, but it did not deter erzulie. breaking its neck with a savage snap of her jaws, she lunged another time, this one fruitless, but a third strike downed a second bird, and she laughed aloud. "good!"