To Live is to Fight [Sirius]

Sirius angled to the left, sneaking about the quarry, and waited until he was sure Hester had time to get into place. He leaped about the same moment she did, smacking the bird with one heavy paw. He squawked in surprise, even as he heard Hester’s hiss.

It didn’t quite fall, despite the bouncing he had given its head, and it snaked the long appendage about, hissing and prepared to strike. It’s wings flared upwards, and he wasn’t sure if it was for intimidation or flight. He struck again, grabbing it by the throat with his feline-like claws, and slamming it into the earth. His fangs moved down in the same motion, and tore out its throat.

He looked up to see Hester had managed much the same with her kill, and gave her a bloody smile. “Good hunting” he complimented her.