You hurl your massive paw at the bird’s face. It lands, slashing the skin around its beak. it does not take the attack lightly, however, and begins to dig its talons deeper into your skin as it makes deafening “Kaw” sounds at you. It flaps its wings at you, kicking up dust and leaves and bits of wood up to your face. It is difficult to see, so you are unable to keep track of where the bird goes once its flies away.
You just know it is gone.
The baby bird is still in your mouth. It seems to be shaking. Surely it is cold and hungry. You hear the sound of rain hitting the forest floor.
You choose to…