Date Posted:18:40:22 11/26/01 Mon Author: Path Subject: *circles overhead*
*wind rustles through his firey feathers, eyes searching the ground for prey. He sees a small grey thing rustling in the grass. He flies lower to take a better look. It's a mouse. He dives down and grabs it with his talons. he flies off somewhere on the otherside of the mountain to eat his meal.*
