Freya: I haven't had Hawke for a meal in a while, maybe I'll eat you instead! *she threatened through the rabbits fur. She wouldn't eat a baby because it would be better to let them get bigger, but this hawk didn't know what she thought. He probably thinks she wants to eat her.*
“Let go!” Falke screeched at her. “I haven’t eaten in hours- what do you care if I eat it?” He attempted to claw at her eyes.
"Those rabbits down there are fatter and injured!" Wednesday howled, now realizing that she was going to be eaten.
Freya: I care because I'm hungry to! And I want bird, come on down here! *she pulled down, still trying not to hurt her.*
The hawk was coming lower as Wednesday was dragged down to the ground. She resisted the temptation to say, "I'm too fluffy to die."
Falke, realizing that the fox could- and would- easily catch and eat him, let go of Wednesday with an angry hawk scream. Then he turned on the unprotected Twister again and made one last desperate grab with his talons.
Freya: in the bushes little rabbit! *she said to her quietly as she chased him*
Wedensday hurridly lept into the bushes. She began licking her front paws and cleaning her face.
(Welp, technically they were safe in the cover of the woods but okay.)
It's a heroic way to go... Let's drag it out though, Matty, so the others can get to safety.)
