Haunted Wood it's a long way down

two are within her vicinity; these she focuses on. in a flurry of motion she sets herself upon one, seizing it in her jaws and feeling the joyous cracking of bones and arteries betwixt her jaws. it drops to her paws a moment later, critically injured yet living still, and she makes for the second. it, however, is far out of reach—caught between the two, it had chosen the only way out and headed straight up, out of reach. smart bastard, she curses, attention turning to Valour and the bird he makes for.