Across the skies, the great bird flew, following the sounds of a recent scuffle. Perhaps there was easy food, or a formidable challenger, but as a red carapace caught her eyes, she dropped lower, skimming the tops of the trees, and landing close by.
“Don’t think I’m defenseless like this, coward!”
“Oh miss, I don’t think yer in much shape to put much of a fight. I’m just here to check out if you need some help but I suppose you don’t need any, right?” She asks, head cocked to the side. Was she teasing?
It took her a moment to spy the other with her currently impaired vision. Her wings buzzed irritably for a moment, one good eye drawn into a slight glare at the others words, even though the gash on her carapace was still visibly bleeding from under her pincer.
“ I’m in as great of shape as I’ll ever be if you try something funny. “
Even if she was disadvantaged and in need of help, her pride wouldn’t let her rest from the others words, even if it meant she might have to find something to fix her injuries on her own.
