Torasin quietly follows the lithe mare with Kiba gliding just above him, his bonded almost bursting with excitement. The dark, murky wood had slowly turned to tufts of rough grass, becoming warmer as they travelled past the Heart and into the Dragon's Throat. A cautious and curious gaze looked out across his allies land, the last time he came here was when they had just won the invasion. He had come with Mirage to offer his thanks and now he returned again as an ally and friend, this time to help in something more specific. He halts in time to Aisha's, bobbing his head in agreement to her observation, enjoying the warmth caressing his gilded back. Kiba landed neatly on his bonded's rump, tail flicking contently whilst his gaze roamed the skies.

It wasn't too long before the creature they were hunting appeared in the skies. A pair of falcons dipped and danced on the warm air, graceful and painfully innocent. Torasin let the regret fill him but his thoughts sent a silent order to Kiba, his brown wouldn't think twice before taking the two on. With a series of colourful trills sounding his charge, the little dragon leapt from his rump and soared into the sky, eyes hungry as he glided into a turn and bared down on the birds. Picking one, Kiba moved to hover above it before sending his claws downwards towards the falcon's jugular. Torasin winced but trotted forwards in preparation to help his bonded, pale tail flicking from side to side and lobes roving around. Still aware he was in another herds territory, allied or not, he was careful anyway. Hoping if anyone did notice him, they would recognize him as a friend.

T O R A S I N
;; isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes,
but when you look back... Everything is different

The screams were excruciating to the ears of the gentle healer, a herbivore whose prey simply grew green and didn't wail in his clutches. He unconsciously sought the comfort of Aisha in the onslaught and silently wished his bonded to end his hunting quick. The brown dragon, however, was a predator of the skies and used to the trials of hunting his prey. It was necessary for his own survival and now he drew on that experience. The Falcon was lucky and Kiba's claws missed their purchase of the fatal jugular and instead sunk into the bird's side, crimson liquid staining his murderous claws. A scream from above alerted the dragon to the female Falcon, the brown answered with a sharp trill of his own, wincing and shouting as her claws scratch against his scaly skin. She came close to his face and Kiba let out a bolt of fire to keep her at bay, hoping it would singe a few of her feathers.

His clutch tightened on the male and the brown attempted to drive the bird into the ground, hoping impact would end it's fragile life. The brown flaunted his supremacy and kept on alert on the way down, it was known that lovers would do anything for one another. Was it really any different for the Peregrin Falcon?

Torasin allowed himself a peek at the fight and instantly regretted it, his disposition not that great for this sort of fighting. He had gotten better at ignoring his bonded's thoughts whilst hunting, he was no blood thirsty warrior. Nor was he like Mirage, in touch with every aspect of the dragon, he was still an animal of flight. So even the actions of the one he held so dear made him cringe and recoil inside. The paint kept his thoughts as quiet as possible, not wanting to plague his friend at the height of aerial battle.

T O R A S I N
;; isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes,
but when you look back... Everything is different