She rose straight up now with a great thunder of wings.

Sekoosew hung tight, his teeth buried deep in her throat, and his tiny, sharp claws clinging to her like hands.

Through the air he whizzed with her, biting deeper and deeper, until a hundred yards from where that terrible death thing had fastened to her throat, Napanao crashed again to earth.
Where she fell was not ten feet from Baree.

For a few moments he looked at the struggling mass of feathers in a daze, not quite comprehending that at last food was almost within his reach.

Napanao was dying, but she still struggled convulsively with her wings.