Beneath the storm

His fox stepped lightly over the forms of the two birds, using snapping jaws to keep the other birds at bay. With the cunning speed of a fox, it snapped the raven from the ground and leaped to Flare's side, the Goshawk riding on its back. His companions, it seemed, wished for some entertainment, and who was he to stop them?


At words he could finally understand, his smirk only grew. “Yes, the raven is mine. Now. Barely a snack to wet my appetite, but it will do…” he taunted her lightly. Standing between her and the fox. If she wished to reclaim her companion, she would have to go through him. He was quite happy to eat her friend in front of her if it came to that.