It is time for the weekly doodelidoo, don't forget to preorder TEGN - Book Two! :D
On to the story:
The old bird was in a foul temper, screeching her venom as she struck down, only just missing the fleeing pair as the came diving out of the dry grey pines.
It has seemed such a fine gambit that morning, to make east under the old hag's very nose, but it had not taken long before they had seen her circling above.
In hindsight it might have been to much to hope that they'd be allowed peacefull passage beneath her perch, but no time now for looking back, not with talons snapping at their heels.