Ivory clouds scattered the painted hues of the sky, the light whistle of wind trickling in the trees below as a hefty mass cast a shadow from above. The sun behind him as wide limbs rippled and barely motioned for lift, the gentle complaining of hunger lingered over his spin as emerald hues scanned the earth for a clearing of sorts. 

Hind legs dangled behind him as he shook his head with a frustrated snort, the shrieks of a distressed sheep wrapped in one foots talons echoed downwards as the lightly colored form began to circle a large clearing split by a stream. His descent halted by the appearance of two dark figures lingering about. A quick thrust downwards of those powerful wings cast him around as he emit a deep shrill of a call, testing his grounds off approach as the little figure upon him went quiet, molding to blend before being spotted she new the routine.

Ace glared downwards, he continued to circle above, like a vulture over dying prey, but he grasped that still living meal tightly below him, he made no descent and merely watched, listened and waited.