Sorrelwing slunk out of her hiding place, chastising herself over her failure to catch the defenseless creature. She had the unusual sense, however, that she'd narrowly escaped a worse fate. She stared out through the silent landscape, when a sudden crash interrupted her reverie. A large black object had landed on the road, just at the spot where the birdseed had previously been. It resembled the large metal worktops used by human blacksmiths. Sorrelwing looked on it disbelief as it was followed by an overhanging rock, and what appeared to be some sort of jackal or coyote.
Whatever was going on here, Sorrelwing wanted no part of it. She slunk back up the hillside to where she had been waiting. evidently this area was not a promising hunting ground.
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