Smells Like Victory

Natha held her position, her still form melting into the speckled shadows of the forest floor. Naiche crept around and glanced at her. One of her ears twitched just slightly, her legs tensed as she waited.  Her little tail wiggled in anticipation as Naiche sprang forward and rushed the condor. He leapt for it and it twisted to face him with a fierce flap of its wings, talons extended. That was her cue.

The bird's back was to Natha and she leapt for it. Her feline prowess giving her a ferocious ability to jump several times her own body length. She landed on the back of the condor, her front claws digging into its shoulders and her back claws into its back. The sudden unexpected weight forced the bird onto its belly. The great neck swiveled around and a razor sharp beak dove for her. Natha hissed and released one of her great paws as she slapped the bird across the face, claws fully extended. She could feel the wings shifting beneath her as the bird prepared to take off.