The night was still rather young, but on the roof one of the dark-feathered avians was already perched and waiting, driven from sleep by ravenous hunger. And now it appeared that the early bird would get the worm, as it were.

There was pure flesh below, and so very much of it - too much to easily carry off in one sweep, perhaps, but it was still too tempting a target to resist. The aquila launched from the roof with a stroke of its great wings and dove toward the foolish mortal, claws poised to strike and razor-edged beak agape, ready to rend and tear.

Even if it could just get a piece, it would be pleased. And if it could disable and thus feast at its leisure? All the better.

[tiassa]