Having nothing to do, Skittle knew now was the time for stoathunting. The disgusting tang hung in the air; it was close now. He knew he didn't have much of an advantage because of the fact that roadrunners could not fly very well and add the wait of a full-grown cheetah to that and you've got an unflyable Gryphon.

Suddenly, a pain stung his wing. Instinctively, he jumped back, lethal beak at the ready. Fearsome jaws versus the beak of one of the most deadly hunters in the desert; that would be a draw, so it would be a close win. Skittle flapped to the side of the stoat and aimed for its side.

The stoat wasn't stupid and had seen the blow coming. It turned back and bit the Gryphon right by the base of his beak. Now you've done it! I'll show you a Gryphon, cursed thing! He stepped back, as in he was defeated. He didn't expect the stoat to take advantage- it hissed and copied him.

He sat down and groomed himself casually. The stoat sat there with no reaction. Skittle suddenly propelled himself into the air with his wings, which though were no use for flying at his weight, were useful for attacks like this one. Taking advantage of the time he had to stay in the air, his wings propelled him forwards, all four talons unsheathed.

The technique worked. The stoat was stunned for a moment, and Skittle plunged his beak into its side; it tried to hiss and counterattack, but was still weakened and only managed to screech in pain. Now for one last killing move, he thought. Should I use the tailshake or the classic throatattack? Eh, I'll do both, the second if the tailshake doesn't kill it.

Skittle grabbed the stoat's long tail into his beak, biting hard. The stoat tried to turn around, but was trying to tend to the wound in its side. The Gryphon shook rappidly from side to side; the upside to being part roadrunner was immense strength, as this technique is used in normal ones for killing rattlers- since he was larger, this could be considered expanding the possibilities.

Finally, he let go, making the stoat plummet through the air and land with a satisfying *THUD*. It laid on the ground, still, and Skittle went forward to inspect it. It was still breathing, but very rapidly and abnormally. Normally, he'd summon his mercy and throw it into the Shared Lands or something, but he'd tasted stoat once before from his mother- it was very delicious and rich.

He knew the cubs would love some as a prize if they did something nice. And, of course, the coat was soft enough to be used as bedding. The bones could be kept as a source of calcium. That left almost nothing wasted. Besides, it'd probably die anyway if he put it somewhere else.

Skittle bit onto the hard spine of the stoat, so hard it almost instantly cracked the stoat's backbone. It only felt the pain momentarily, and stopped moving after that. The Gryphon thanked StarClan for its life and dragged it by the tail denwards. The smell drifted across the plain deliciously.

(This happens a bit later than when the Impatience roleplay is over in roleplay time, just so y'all know.)