Black Wing

Chuckling quietly to himself Wendigo watched as the other boy took a swipe at the birds. He laughed loudly as one was struck down and then clapped his front paws together in glee. "Excellent, just excellent!" For a moment he watched the bird flop and then his gaze darted to Ifrit expectantly. "A good start." The other boy didn't move so Wendigo helped himself. He pounced on the wounded bird and shook the life out if it. Once it was dead he splayed open its wings and examined its glowing feathers. They were lovely, just lovely! It would make a nice something. Assuming he got about a dozen more.

"My, they're noisy little things, aren't they?" Normally their cawing wouldn't have put him off the hunt, but these guys were being exceptionally loud now that one of their kind was dead. Wendigo's tail drooped as he eyed the still-gathering flock. He didn't know where to start; there were too many!

He lunged forward suddenly and caught the feet of one as it jumped into the air. Immediately it set to thrashing; beating his face with its wings and shrieking angrily which earned a muffled giggle from Wendigo. They had to be quite the sight and it amused him terribly. He wrested it from the sky and shook it quite literally to pieces.

"Speech"