The wind is cold and icy in Tyton’s face as he soars through the sky, large wings somehow silent as they cut through the air with quick speed and swift movements. Trapped in the sharp cage of his talons is the body of a brown rabbit, dead from his quick hunting, of which he is oh so excited to present to his mate — you.

You’ve been his mate for two whole winters now, going on three, and Tyton wouldn’t have it any other way. Even as he soars through the sky, the harpy can’t suppress a giddy little smile at the thought of you, wondrous you, eating food that he caught all by himself. It gets him all excited whenever he goes out for food - so about thrice every week - and he’s not about to stop enjoying such a luxury.

Tyton curls his wings to swoop down into the trees, his legs moving forward and his talons reaching out to catch himself on a hefty branch leading to the opening of his nest — your nest? Their nest, his wings flapping heavily to slow his descent. With eager movements, he hops inside your shared den, a large hollow hole in the side of a ginormous tree, and drops the rabbit at his feet.

“Hi,” He greets, his grin widening as he lays eyes on your pretty, perfect face. Darwin’s finches, how did he manage to court a beauty like you? Tyton still doesn’t quite believe it - that you’re his, his alone, his to coddle and care for.

“I have food. Hungry?”