Tylisia flew over to her. "Hey! Why'd you do that for?" She asked, flustered. "That's my dinner!"
"Here you go!" Laskorame handed over the mouse.
"Oh, thanks..." Tylisia said, taking the mole (it was a mole...not a mouse
) in her talons. She blinked at the strange, tiny owl who had attempted to steal her mole, then hissed and took off, still slightly flustered that her hunt for dinner had been interrupted. But, as long as she got her dinner, she was satisfied. And besides, there were plenty of other prey to catch on her own. Meanwhile, she flew up to a high branch and ate the mole whole, happy to be able to eat her own food rather than have it caught for her and fed to her in the hospital nest.