The screech of a creature ripped through the forest canopy, piercing the hush of the Lushwood like a blade of sound. But it barely had time to cry out.
Ash had struck in, his paw snatching the Grove Talon from the air mid-dive and slamming it into the forest floor with a painful crash that echoed through the trees.
The beast thrashed wildly, its talons slicing the air in a panic as dirt and feathers exploded around them.
Ash dropped low, a guttural snarl ripping from his throat as his legs pinned the creature's chest, claws digging deep into its limbs to hold it down.
With its limbs now pinned down and its movement heavily restricted, the bird began to panic as its eyes went wide with primal fear but it was too late now.
With no hesitation, Ash opened his jaws and sank his fangs deep into the side of its neck.
Warm blood flooded his mouth, thick and pulsing with fading life.
