feathered thief

The man called the occupation a deal with the devil. Sparrow couldn't disagree with that. She laughed dryly. He asked what they offered in return.

"They want to conquer. They want land. We let them lay claim to that. In return, they won't attack our pack like they have so many others. We get safety and preservation in our way of being. The peace of mind is enough, knowing our families are safe and that we can continue living without fear that we are next."

The man said they'd accept food before finding a den. "Of course," she replied. They couldn't get to Abaven tonight if they tried and Sparrow had no such expectations.

She led them to a cluster of trees. There, birds filled the branches and loomed on the ground below.

"You two flag out together. This isn't a type of prey we can chase, since they fly. Unfortunately your coat isn't ideal for night hunting, but if I pounce in, you should be able to charge and kill a few of the disoriented members."

Sparrow waited until they were into position, then she would pounce on a small cluster. Though she was small, her weight should be more than enough to do some damage and stop them from taking off while the duo took them out.