Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160412203214/@comment-27255507-20160413235511

Spera nodded at Shrew when she saw a flash of silver, then scented blackbird. She crouched, pinpointing it on a low branch of an oak tree, then crept up on it. She quietly slithered up the trunk, then pounced on top of the bird. She quickly nipped it's neck, then winced when the branch rocked. She gripped the blackbird with her jaws, then jumped off of the branch, landing on the forest floor. She turned to Shrew, eyes bright, the bird of prey swinging in her jaws.