Oh, Snap!

*SNAP!*

How the cursed limb had broken under his thin weight was a mystery.

He was glad that his species wasn’t cursed with any kind of alarm call, or he’d have given himself away. As it was, the big cat trailing the human paused, looked back--miraculously moved on.

His own hunt was skilled hunters. He had no care as to who killed whom...or what--as long as they left some decaying skin, cartilage, intestines, marrow in drying bones.... Not for himself. With demanding nestlings, he’d not digested a meal in ages.

Hopeful, the vulture lifted his broad wings.