Smells Like Victory

Natha held on for dear life as the bird thrashed. Her claws hooked into the birds flesh anchoring her in place but there was still that horrid beak to tend with. Thankfully, Naiche's weight pinned down one of the birds wings to prevent her being carried off into the air but as she released one of her forepaws again to swipe at the bird the bird snapped its beak over her arm and with a twist of its powerful neck threw her off. She landed with a thump in a nearby bush. Hissing and spitting she bounded out of the bush toward the bird. This time her fangs and claws latched over its other wing, effectively downing it. If she could hold on long enough then hopefully Naiche could break the bloody things neck.