Iktome Plains wuskripa

heda looked at the shift of feathers, here, there, right, left — she leapt suddenly and foxlike.
did she know how to hunt with others?
and that was the only signal, the flash of her reddened tail into the brilliant air. the birds lifted. she spat away the lifeless one caught in her teeth and sprang up again, snapping among their guttering tailfeathers and flailing wings.
blood rained down upon her.