Staying still was unthinkable. Running seemed unwise. Two yellow eyes glared at me over a half-open beak, the growl coming from deep in its leonine throat. It raised its wings - to flee or to attack, I would never know, because its growl turned into a hiss as its muscles shifted around the thick black arrow stuck in its side, and it quickly lowered its wings again, still glaring at me from its huddled position in the reddening sand.