Silverlight Terrace I'm staaarrrvinn'!

The boy came as he was called, practically conditioned to her call. She keeped a close eye on the carrion birds above, baring her teeth at the teasing avians as Arrille arrived. She let the kid eat first, her eyes set on fighting away any scavengers that lurked nearby. Her ear swivelled back to the boy's reluctant voice, turning for a minute to look at him, confused, and back to the scavengers. Aye, She huffed, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the lofting birds and the shaking of the bushes nearby. Better than starvin'. I mean, unless, ye want t'eat dem crows up dere,