letting go and going down

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

Danta has hunted with others before, but this is admittedly his first time doing so with a fellow winged creature, and he feels a small pang of jealousy for the way Remi is so effortlessly able to disappear behind the sun. Still, each to their own strengths, and as he realises that the hawk means to ambush whenever ready, Danta makes his move.

Not as adept at dive-bombing a deer from a great height, he nonetheless is able to swoop down and hassle the doe, cawing and flapping towards her head and eyes. With sharp crow feet outstretched, snagging fur wherever they can, it isn't long before the animal is turning left and right in a panic, wanting to run but not knowing which direction to go.

Dantalion