She isn't alone for long. A male, large and dark-- but making out more than that would have to wait. Friend or fiend, it seemed like he was helping more than hurting. Adrenalized, Jael needed to worry about the real threat before the potential. The flurry of wings, feathers, talons, claws, there's all so much. A stinging pain at her scruff, and the beating of wings around her face. Fuck dude. With a snarl, Jael reaches up, finally able to find purchase in a leg.
Pecking at her face, the girl ends up fighting with her eyes closed against it. Growling and grumbling, teeth digging into the creature's leg with a snarl. Heart pounding in her chest, but birds are fragile. Hollow bones. Using the limb, Jael takes the massive hawk and slams it hard into the ground. One down, her attention turns to the individual that's descended at her shoulder once more.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
