" Okay, Mathew, think. We are owls, we nee to fly. We have silent flight because our type of feathers. We cant have heavy food since we are light ourselves and we will not be able to fly anymore with heavy food." Raeshaar explained to him as she approached the river. Her owl instincts came like a wave crashing over her and she listened for animal-like ripples in the water. She waited on a branch and she heard a catfish. Se immediately came crashing down on her prey and her sharp talons gripped the fish. It wriggled for a few minutes, then it stopped. She came to her branch once again and started ripping up the meat. She ate and ate, and she felt not like Raeshaar, but an owl. She saw another owl come toward her, a spectacle owl, and she screeched at him.
This is my food!
Matthew nodded in understandment. He watched her hunt, he decided to the same. He watched the waters for any sign of movement. He prepared himself.
( are we going to continue?)
( yeah sorry)