[beautiful post ;-;]

There's that saying about wind being so fierce it could cut, but trees cut a hell of a lot more. Coris felt the branches whipping around him, the stout bark and decaying leaves like teeth yanking out hair and hide as he breezed past. A growl of annoyance gurgled in his throat, but Coris grit his teeth and bared onward - he was too close now to give up because of a few twig-cuts.

Now, now, now, now, now!

He chanted in his head as hind feet flashed in front of him. His breath hitched in his chest for a moment, anticipation nearly bulging out the backs of his white-rimmed eyes as adrenaline threatened to burst his heart with its fevered pace. In the blink of an eye everything would change - succeed or fail.

The twitch came. His eyelid began to fall, lashes swooping down like a wing.
A wing.
Wing beats drove the air into submission. A beak split, wicked in design and intent. The graceful body tilted back, feathers brushing leaves as feet struck out with curling talons.
Two screams erupted. One rose with a wail of despair while the other shook the forest in triumph.

His lashes lifted, the world jumping back into sight. In that meager moment it had changed.

A grin severed the scarred muzzle of the stallion as limbs and hooves jerked to a rough halt. The leather against his back flopped with the abrupt shift in movement. He could feel the binds press against his flesh, rough and smooth all at once. Coris would have relished in that kiss of skin on skin, but his eyes were alight with a new passion.

"SUCCESS!" Coris bellowed. Excitement at this first cooperative hunt with Venati whirled through him, sending his body to rise swiftly in a rear and strike out like a fist pump. The falcon on the ground, still tangled up in the rabbit, screeched in an arguably cocky manner. "Come on, there's more where that came from." Coris rumbled as his frame rested back on the earth. He motioned with a jerk of his head towards his back, to which Venati clacked his beak knowingly. With an awkward series of hops and dust-swirling flutters the falcon managed to clamber onto the makeshift perch of leather. Coris would have to do something about that before the bird ruined his craftstudship...

Together they pressed into the forest, although they broke the clearing sooner than Coris expected, still being unfamiliar with this new home. In the midst of talking, he paused in speech and course when sighting the bizarre duo ahead of them.
"...n't eat it yet, I only need the pelt so you can 'ave all tha bloody meat, but ya need to be gentle like with that dagger else you'll ruin it. And anot-"

Coris halted so suddenly Venati's wings flared out for balance, momentarily making Coris seem like a pathetic pegasus. "What?"