A female and a male. Himalayan. The same type that shepherds had used for centuries to keep wolves away from sheep flocks. If a wolf happened to get too close, it would never know what hit it. The wolf, being unable to see, hear, or smell its adversary, would stand no chance against a golden eagle zeroed in at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. The result would be a dead wolf with a gashed and broken spine.

Annette's female, Kara, had nearly an eight-foot wingspan and was almost four feet from head to tail. The male, Rex, used to belong to Jules. The memory of her brother proudly holding Rex was unbearable. Rex, slightly smaller, was extremely fast. A deadly team when hunting tandem, which they did instinctively when aloft together.

Elise felt their impatient eyes on Annette as her sister walked away from them toward two clothed mannequins in the center of the court. They were always eager when hungry.
Both mannequins had wigs, one female with long blonde hair, Elise's length, and one male with short cropped salt-and-pepper hair to mimic their target. The male wore clothes similar to the clothes Blaine Edwards was expected to wear on the golf course.

Elise picked up a Nike golf cap a few yards away from the dummy and shook the dust off it. "I believe this is yours," she said, then fitted it snuggly on the ravaged plastic head with long gashes across its face where razor sharp talons had found their mark. The female mannequin was dressed in a semi-buttoned white silk top, khaki shorts, and white sneakers, exactly the way Elise would dress for the big game.

On the ground nearby was a pile of other male heads in worse condition. Most of the faces had been severely gouged, and all the necks were sliced so badly that they couldn't support the head. Next to the used head pile were two large clear plastic bags of new heads that appeared to be watching the show, waiting their turn.