C394 Silverear Owl
"Help!" cried the leader of the criminals, his voice laced with terror.
His massive frame thrashed wildly in the grip of the bird's talons, yet he was as pitiable as a field mouse in the clutches of a raptor. His screams, pleas, and desperate flailing—even the futile pounding of his fists against the bird's claws—were all in vain
