"Srav!" Trals whistled again, "Srav, down!"
The snatcher's feathers twitched and her head came around.
"Good girl, Srav, good girl." Trals put his hand out and Vrem passed him the purgator he'd shot. "Here's your treat." Njrea moved, and the snatcher's head darted back towards her human prey. The fan of feathers at the tip of her tail flexed open and closed. "No, Srav! I have a purgator for you. A good purgator. Come and get your treat. Good girl, Srav. Good girl."
The snatcher's head came around, her toothy jaws opened. She hissed.
Trals motioned with his other hand and Vrem flanked him, cutting off Njrea's landward escape route.
"Good girl," Trals dangled the purgator by one pink foot and flopped it invitingly. "Come get the treat. Come get it."
The snatcher leaped just as Trals le
