I’ve Got A Black Belt in Origami

In a flurry of wings Tarnish did his best to focus on one bird and one bird only for fear of getting so overwhelmed by the sheer number of them and the mess of motion. He sprang toward the nearest one and realizing that stretching out his neck wouldn't close the distance he instead smashed a paw into its back, claws out, batting it down out of the air. His hind legs kicked off the sand and snagged it in his jaws. Tarnish thrashed his head back and forth, sending feathers everywhere before the bird stopped moving. He set it down and looked for the woman, wary he'd have to defend his kill but he was pleased to see she'd snagged her own meal. Good. With prey this small he didn't want to share.

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