If I were looking for a challenge, I wouldn't be here.

[ And if she were looking for lunch, she'd definitely be after someone larger. She drops back to all fours again, low to the ground, and slinks nearer to where she can smell him through the fog. Her wings pull close to her body, so the silhouette of them fanned out in the fog won't give her away. ]

What are you going to do in an actual war? Dance around and hope your opponent gets bored enough to leave?