She slid down the gold heap and ran into the side room. She arrived just as the thief was sprinting out the small semi-hidden side entrance, heading for freedom. Knowing she could probably get him as he clambered down the mountain, she turned around and quickly surveyed the hoard in an attempt to quickly determine which item had been stolen. Glancing at the very top, where the ancestral golden chalice had been standing proudly, told her all she needed to know. An angry screech escaped her quivering beak. How dare they! How dare they steal the chalice of great-great-great-great-great-great-etc. grandfather Skyclaw, who had pulled the chariot of Nemesis herself! She whipped around, her chocolate-colored feathers bristling, and lunged over to the precipitous edge of Mount Cinnaclaw, her ancestral fortress. Scrambling down the mountain was one of those thieving one-eyed Arimaspi on a horse, a glittering object under his arm. Screaming, I WILL HAVE YOUR INNARDS FOR MY DINNER GOATFACE! she took flight, and within a second was bearing down on him murderously. Just before she reached him, however, he turned and shot her with an arrow, which hit her in the wing. Fluttering, in shock, she dropped down to a level jutting rock not far below her, while the culprit vanished from sight. Twisting around, she managed to seize hold of the arrow, and gritting her beak in pain pulled it out. She lay there panting for a few minutes, then realized she was in no shape yet to pursue the evil vandal with such an injury, and laboriously, over a period of hours, picked her way back up the cliff face to her nest, where she phlumped down miserably to hatch her plot of restitution and vengeance.
[anyone can jump or fly in - she is in no mood for fighting at the moment ]