Willow Ridge Off with his head

Ravenna would have been lying if she had said she had seen such a creature before. Although she had come across many crows, mocking birds, blue jays and the like... they were all just one thing to her - birds. Though the small, loud and bony creatures were nothing like the fat, plump thing which caught her pale gaze now. She had been drawn by such a strange scent though its looks were far more particular. The Lyall-Archer young woman had arrived in just enough time to see Attica come upon it, only to be rushed at and pecked right on the snout. A vengeful snarl snapped from parted jaws by her niece's injury and Ravenna jumped out from the brush, biting at the creatures large fanned out feathers, taking a mouthful for herself. In an instant, the bird knew it was out numbered and now with a much larger wolf against it. Squalling and gobbling, it turned and ran off, wings flapping wildly, bobbing up and down off the ground as though to take flight but was much too fattened for its own good. "Attica! Attica, get it!" The aunt insisted, edging her to not allow that bird to get away with what he had done and for Attica to have a go at it. Ravenna kept flank, ready to back up the teenager where needed. Ravenna had not expected to give the dark girl a lesson on hunting, but it looked as though the pack would eat good tonight!

Attica followed pressure as her aunt insisted, running after the fat, loud bird that had snapped at her. It did not take long to catch up to the creature and soon Attica had a mouth full of feathers as she did her best to hold the bird in place by one of its large wings. And large it was. Far more so then any pheasant (as Ravenna had never seen a goose ether) she had seen before. In an instant, Ravenna was upon the creature once more, dodging the flapping over wing and lunging for the creatures scrawny little neck. Ravenna's jaws snapped down on the creature with such an ease that it had even surprised her. Killing a deer or a goat was much harder, hell, even a rabbit, for even when you grabbed them by the neck they struggled for a time. This bird's neck however snapped on the impact, it only flopping for a second's time before falling with a plump thud to the ground. Lifting her head up for a pant, she smiles to her young niece. "Great job Attica." Tail waving, her muzzle dips down once more to sniff at the nose dead bird. It smelt wonderful. "I've never seen a bird so big." She admits.

As the bird broke free of her grasp, Ravenna moved in to grab the creature by its scrawny neck. With a resounding crunch, the bird was reduced to little more than a pile of feathers and flesh writhing in the final stages of death before it was still. When her aunt praised her, she vigorously shook her head, feathers still stuck to the edge of her mouth, "Oh no I didn't do anything. You saved me! Thank you!" She still eyed the bird cautiously, convinced at any moment it would start squarking and thrashing those huge wings. "What do you think it is?" She questioned aloud, wondering if her Aunt might have the answer? If she didn't, well, then surely Nonna would.

Still bouncing on an adrenalin high, the girl couldn't keep her feet still. She pranced several circles around the feathered fiend and her aunt, darting in to poke it with her nose or tug on the feathers that remained in it's tail, it sure did smell wonderful. "Should we take it back to Nonna?" She questioned, already convinced the answer would no doubt be a yes. She grabbed a feathered wing and began to drag it back towards the den, surprised at the weight the bird was carrying. No wonder it couldn't get off the ground.

That the creature was one her aunt didn't recognise only puzzled the girl further, compared to herself she often thought her brother and Ravenna had endless knowledge of the world both within and outside of the willows. The girl was full of questions and her mouth opened to ask them before closing shut with a click once more. If her aunt didn't know what the bird was, then how could she know if there were more? Obviously, they couldn't be common, like the geese and the ducks, although it did look somewhat similar with its fat body and scrawny neck...

It was nothing like the tree birds, though.

Her tail took up a steady wave, tongue lolling from her mouth with the residual high from a successful hunt. There were still feathers stuck to the edges of her lips and it wasn't until she moved to lash her maw that they were noted, lips lifting and eyes crossing as she tried to zero in on them. Seeing double helped her aim about as much as her saliva sticking the feather to her lip and finally she gave up her pointless snapping, lifting her paw to finally swipe the feather away.

But oh it was pretty.

"Do you think we should take it to her or cache it away?" The young girl asked with a tip of her head, one eye still firmly focused on the spotted and striped feather that rested under her paw, thinking it would look very nice next to what remained of her favourite chew stick.