Shoot fire and a biscuit [PO]

The duckling started to nonchalantly inch away from the wolves. His movements drew Siri's attention away from Kyarst. She let the young bird get several steps before she rose and lazily moved to grab it around the middle. The bird of course put up a fight, but was recaptured with ease. Once her prize was snagged Sirius moved back to her original spot and flopped down. After pinning the duckling between her forepaws, the young fae let her gaze drift back to the brute. Catching the bird had be the perfect way to stall, although what exactly she was putting off, she wasn't sure.

"Um," she paused to lick at a stray feather on her lips. "I don't know. He's too small and skinny to make a meal, but..." Sirius hesitated, then admitted, "I don't really want to let him go." She kind of liked having something to take care of, something that depended on her and needed her to survive. Although she knew it wasn't quite true, it felt good to be wanted. "It's silly, I know."