Even with one injured paw he easily makes his way through the canopy, leaping gracefully from branch to branch. He was at home in the tops of the massive trees as he was in the sky or on the ground. That versatility combined with his intelligence made his species one of the most dangerous predators in the jungle. But he wasn't the only predator in the thick jungle. There was one species that he had no name for; sleek six legged creatures that traveled in small packs that often stole kills from him if didn't get up a tree fast enough with it. They were bold enough to attack him as well, using their numbers to wear him down and leave him exhausted. A human wouldn't stand a chance against them.<br/><br/>He paused every once in a while, avian head tilting to catch the sounds of something making its way through the undergrowth. Something that was just small enough to be a fleshling. He moved faster, dropping to the lower thicker branches while the sky rumbles overhead, forked tongues of lightening splitting the heavy blue-black clouds, injured paw kept close to his broad chest. If the fleshling was armed he was confidant he could easily dart back into the canopy and be out of range before the organic could even draw its weapon.<br/><br/>So focused on the hunt he didn't pay as much attention to his surroundings as he should have. He leapt from one branch, long sleek body stretching out, easily clearing the small gap and landed hard on another branch that cracked then crumbled under his impressive weight. Surprised he frantically claws at the rapidly disintegrating wood before plunging through the thing springy branches below that barely slow his descent as he crashed through them. As he crashed through the branches he spreads his wings in an attempt to slow his fall. Red hot agony ripped through one wing and the sound of sturdy bones fracturing and metal being rent filled his sensitive audios.<br/><br/>Darkness engulfed him as he slammed into the loamy earth, fall barely cushioned by the dense undergrowth.