Aniu rushed forwards, her wings pushing against the air as she flew. The blood pulsed in her head and her flight-line was curved and uneven. Blood, coming in trails, flowed behind her and her wings were splattered with it. Her mouth had some blood on it too, and she dropped the dead crow from her mouth. The other crows came at her again, about twenty of them, all ripping out her fur and tearing chunks of meat from her flank. Her head snapped around and she grabbed another one of the birds that was attacking her, throwing it forwards. As the birds ripped more flesh from her body, she was going lower and lower, the ground getting bigger. In a few more moments she hit the ground with a bone-crushing, deafening, thud as her body dug an imprint into the soil and she skidded along, letting out a blood-curling scream. The crows flocked together once more and flew away, leaving Aniu still tunneling into the Earth. Finally, she reached a creek and was able to grab hold of a large rock, stopping herself. She panted, her blood flowing out and dying the water red. Her head was almost completely submerged and only half of her nose was above the water. The half white, half red paw-pads twitched and her ears laid back, wings limp at her side.