Malakai stood before the Raven, his eyes fixed intently on the bird's sleek black form.
He had waited for the perfect moment to strike, allowing the Raven to relax its guard before unleashing the Frost Howl.
The paralyzing effect of the howl had taken hold, rendering the Raven immobile.
With a swift swipe of his paw, Malakai struck the Raven, sending it flying across the ground.
The bird's feathers rustled softly as it bounced and slid, coming to a stop in a cloud of dust.
Yet, despite the force of the blow, the Raven remained frozen in place, its body locked in a rigid pose.
Malakai approached the Raven with deliberate slowness, his paws making barely a sound on the dry earth.
He licked his paw, the rough texture of his tongue rasping against the fur as he cleaned it with a fastidious attention to detail.
His eyes never left the Raven, his gaze piercing and unyielding.