it's a bird, it's a plane-- no it's def a bird

A disturbance. An unexpected scene. A… canine of sorts, more dog than wolf, their fur a mix of earthy tones and spotting, fending off a flurry of wings, three massive hawks intent on making the stranger their prey. Intrigued by the unusual sight, Caedes paused to observe, his emerald eyes narrowing with interest. The wolfdog fought with tenacity, snapping and lunging at the airborne predators. But despite their best efforts, the hawks continued to swoop and dive, their sharp talons glinting in the sunlight as they sought to overwhelm their lone adversary.

For a moment, Caedes hesitated, weighing the risks of intervening in the chaotic skirmish. But then, a thrill of excitement coursed through him – a challenge unlike any he had faced before. Winged opponents, a test of skill and strategy. Really, pushing himself was all he was good for, wasn’t it? With a low growl, Caedes launched himself into the fray, his movements fluid as he joined the wolfdog in their struggle against the hawks.

He leaped upwards, catching one of the hawks by the outstretched leg and throwing it to the ground behind him, stunning it.