Silverlight Terrace I'm staaarrrvinn'!

Maude was largely unaccustomed to inland hunting. The pretty here was larger and tasted woodier than she was used to. She missed the taste of salt in her meat, the pink flesh of fish compared to the bloodied meat of venison. But she and the kid were hungry, and beggars could not be choosers.

She was lucky that she found some rotten semblance of meat remaining from some bear's kill. The bear scent was long gone, but recent enough that she was wary. The pirate screeched, chasing away the vultures and crows and ravens that had lofted on the creature's body. They perched on the trees and bushes nearby, waiting. With a short howl, she summoned the boy to her.