One For Me, One For You

If Valkyrie noticed the screech from the hide bundle hanging from her jaws she gave no sign of it. The flailing of the creature inside, forceful enough to thump against her chest a couple times, was also ignored. She'd been in possession of it long enough to know that it couldn't be reasoned with or cowed into silence by a firm shake. That was fine with her. Noisy or not, the bird, with its sharp beak and wicked talons, would earn her a pretty penny.

She'd spied the dark grey cockatoo tangled in vines and the moment she'd laid eyes on its massive beak Valkyrie had known she needed to capture it. Considering its predicament, the catching part had been easy. Transporting up north, though? Tricky business.

 

For many a mile the bird had been clamped between her jaws, but there was only so much clawing and biting her mouth and face could handle. Then it had been wrapped in vines, which it had promptly shredded leading to a frantic, bird stomping, feather breaking recapture. Currently, it was being held in a makeshift bag, although 'bag' was giving it far too much credit. It was just a raw piece of deerskin that she was holding the edges of.

With a growl Valkyrie paused at the water's edge. In the distance she could see the mainland. There was a lot of open water between her and it, and the water looked rough. It would be easy to accidentally drown the bird. Looked like she needed to rethink her plan.