"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 ...