As she took it up to her tree she could taste the warm flesh in her mouth already.When she got it to the nest she quickly tore into its hide till it got to the meat.It had been forever since a good meal had come her way the small field mice were not that nourishing to a fighting hawk’s metabolism.She took in the fresh warm meat and the taste of warm blood in her mouth.At last she could leave this dreaded place.It was closer to the humans them she liked.Not many cross bloods took the human form and there mane form.Few chose to live with the humans.It was dark now but she wasn’t far from the cabin her father had built.He built it far back in the woods, yet close enough to civilization.When she got into the house she changed her appearance to that of a human. She went to her father’s room and sat on the bed. She looked over at the picture by the side of the bed. In the picture were her father, mother, and herself as a baby.