Sacred Grove part one

TW detailed hunting description, specifically bird injury/killing.

He did not have time to watch her bring her own bird down.

He worked upon the one whose wing he had pierced with his teeth. It could not fly away like this no matter how hard it tried. He used paws to step on that wing and crumple it further. Trap it beneath the great heft of his body. He could hear gentle, hollow bones give way. He cherished the sound for it meant a full belly.

He then finished it at the neck. Another sound of breaking and then the stillness. Any birds not hunted had fled. He imagined that now they might use their small brains to stay among the mountain slopes, to be safer there and to keep future brood there, too.

Maybe not.

He held up the bird in his jaws and finally looked for her. A great pleasure to see she had succeeded too. His tail waved high above his back with excitement and pride -- pride for her.