Thundering Giants

She felt oddly proud as the eagle praised her, apparently her reasons were correct. Of all the families in Boreas the Kleins were the least likely to be picky about their food source. Most of her ancestors were killed because of a famine, Venom would scavenge with pride. Were she a bird herself he would have preened under the harpy’s praise. The Klein goddess was of impeccable breeding, her mind was sharp and she was strong and confident.

Venom didn’t flinch as the massive raptor approached more closely, and the girl was given a much better view of the bird’s sharp beak and talons than she ever desired. ”I’ve no doubt you’ve seen much of the world.” She commented as she tried to raise her head and seem less intimidated than she was. ”I hope to follow that example.” However much longer it would take on four legs than two wings.