Her gaze had been roaming away, sharp eyes picking over her surroundings with care, and now she sprung upward. Wings flared at the peak of her leap and she powered higher, using the hot air rising from the ground beneath to make the most of her ascent. Then she leveled off, cast about below herself once more. It had been an extremely long time since she'd hunted the creatures of the land, but some skills were easy to adapt.
A deft wing-over and she was plunging down toward a neighboring clearing, attention locked on a small herd of deer sheltering in the shade of the trees. On a yearling doe in particular, resting near the middle of the group. Talons were outstretched before her just in the heartbeat before she flared wide her wings again to slow the dive just soon enough to ensure she wouldn't break something on collision with prey or ground. It would be luck that decided if she'd remembered all the right moves for catching land creatures.