He stood and stretched like a great predatory feline until all of his muscles were warmed up.  When ready his wings reached out and he fell off the crag, hugging the side of the mountain as he descended.  Trees swayed to his passing by, and he did not follow a straight path to what would be his offering today.<br/><br/>As he shot out over the forest clearing crossing the frozen river, he fanned out his wings and beat the air violently reducing his momentum.  His hind legs soon dropped and he plummeted to the snowy field with an earthquake of a thud soon followed by his forelegs.  His eyes scrutinized Erileena, the village offering.  “You’re not one of them.  They were to offer me one of their own!”  He sounded rather riled up over the deed, confirming it with an angry snort.  Her smells were already teasing the nostrils within his nose with delicate fruity scents that made his head shake and wobble time to time.