01-24-2021, 04:47 PM
A sharp beak began to pierce through flesh and tear off stripes of bloodied meat to consume it in sharp clicks. Her pointed tongue swiped out to curl and pull the pieces into her mouth and she swallowed them with ease. Sometimes she would swallow her prey whole but the whole process of having to vomit back up the pellet of bones and fur was something she could do without for now. So she picked through her prey to get as much of the meat off before leaving the scraps and bones upon the forest ground. But a sound, clearly the sound of walking, caught her attention and she lifted her head up from her food to find herself watching a young Four Leg coming toward her. Odd, they normally left her alone, not squawking at her the nonsense of her trespassing and not belonging here. She still found them to be idiotic in their words and ignored them much of the time. None of them gave chance to try and stop her so she figured they were all talk and none of them had any bite to them. But this one was young, small and his request caught her off guard. He wanted to come up here to her branch. Feathers a little ruffled she would lightly hold the remains of the field mouse in her claws and drop it. The small remains didn't make a sound as they hit the ground as she tilted her head to the side lightly. ''You may.'' Her voice was strict, even before she walked along the branch to give the feline room.
Though when he spoke her name she would squint, eyes narrowing. That was one part of her name and one she had hardly give to most on this island. They never asked her her name, she didn't bother giving it. Unless they wished to be on even footing she expected to have one back. ''Correct. And what is your name, little Four Leg?'' She could humor the child for a little while, after all they didn't approach her as if they owned everything. It was entitled in her own opinion and she lifted a wing, eyes scanning over the feathers before she grabbed a small leaf from between the flight feathers and dropped it.
Though when he spoke her name she would squint, eyes narrowing. That was one part of her name and one she had hardly give to most on this island. They never asked her her name, she didn't bother giving it. Unless they wished to be on even footing she expected to have one back. ''Correct. And what is your name, little Four Leg?'' She could humor the child for a little while, after all they didn't approach her as if they owned everything. It was entitled in her own opinion and she lifted a wing, eyes scanning over the feathers before she grabbed a small leaf from between the flight feathers and dropped it.