"Sure!" Prometheus chirped, spreading his wings out wide. He took flight, his powerful wings launching him up. Luckily, this pack wasn't far, so it only took a few wing beats before he paused to hover over them, eyeing the large cat-like creatures roaming the ground.

"They look like sabre-toothed tigers," he mused, "Well, easy pickings, I suppose. Let's go, Hades!"

With that, Prometheus tucked his wings in close and dived. He crashed into the midst of the pack with enough force it kicked up dirt, grass, and one unfortunate sabre-toothed tiger. Prometheus's happy roar of delight swiftly followed.