Bearclaw Valley some words with a mummy

so focused on her prize, Avicus, indeed, does not expect him to go for her flesh rather than the bird's. she lets out an outraged yelp, the chickadee falling as her jaw drops. it is on the ground again, dirtied by the scuffle of their paws.

well, two could—and would—play at this game. she will not seize the prey again, not until her new target has been vanquished. she twisted, trying to loose herself from her brother's grip. she couldn't remember him ever biting this hard. is her fledgling so appealing?

Avicus bends and then bucks, wriggling mid-air and landing in a mess of legs and too-big paws. if she's successful, she will land alone. if not. . .she is dragging Aventus down with her.