Tayenta grabbed a last stalk of burdock and then turned to head back. Her jaws were full of herbs, the scent muddling her nose. She pushed through the bushes into camp, then slipped in her den. Her tiny build allowed her to push through an opening in the back of her den. She began to organize the herbs, her concentration on her duty. Even the smell of prey couldn't distract her. Tayenta placed the tansy in a pile then the borage. She created small dips in the ground for the herbs, and some fit into the cracks in the rock in the back. She finally finished, then padded to her den entrance. Tayenta sat down, gazing out across the clearing.
Jhaiz soared over the land, his ears tuning the slightest sound. He could hear the chatter of wolves below, and purposefully swooped away. He huffed lightly and dived down, ready for some sleep. Jhaiz folded his wings until he was speeding like a falcon, his eyes narrowed in the wind. He pulled up just above the treetops, and then curved down to the forest ground. Suddenly a sharp pain from his right wing made him whine. His wing was caught on a branch, the angle of the limbs pushing his wing awkwardly. Jhaiz squirmed, but couldn't pull free. To make matters worse, he was actually still above the ground, hanging by his wing from the branch. Jhaiz struggled, but the pain was horrible. He let out a soft whine, and gritted his teeth. His ears swiveled anxiously, he would certainly make a nice meal for any predator about. Jhaiz hoped no one would find him, but he was starting to go unconscious from the pain.