The voices were muffled by the rock and it heard nothing, the other warriors with the patrol struck it down, shoved a rock down its throat and threw it in the river.
Soft cooing vibrated some leaves in a tree, long, sharp talons could be seen on a branch. StarryNight saw them and instinctively gathered her chicks and ran, she hid in the nursery, watching the tree.
A foot reached out of the tree; it was covered in short fur and it had long and wickedly curved talons, almost precisely resembling that of an owl, but the fourth toe was short like fowl. She pulled it back in, almost regretting having done that.