up up and away

Vanta began to squirm and fight for her life as soon as she'd determined that she'd been stolen. Her small form writhed within the talons and her neck arched and strained to try and bite upon the offending limb, but once her height drew too high she was forced to stop. Even if she could make the eagle drop her now, she'd simply fall to her death. She was very quickly making peace with her death, even as the viper slid out from her neck fur, up the eagle's long leg and began to work it's way to the bird's own neck.

Suddenly a crash in the sky sounded and her attention was directed high above her head, where a much larger avian was doing battle with the beast who had stolen her. This bird she was familiar with, having met him in the Col when her older sister Briar and her family had visited. "Zeph!" She squeaked - and then literally squeaked, as the eagle's talon began to tighten and squeeze her. The constriction did not last long before suddenly she was released, falling, and then in the claws of another. "Watch out! On your left!" She called out as the bird tipped it's head down to see if she was okay. The eagle had recovered and was coming back to reclaim it's catch, even short a vital appendage.