February 26, 2022, 08:23 PM
Black wings brought her low, the scent of rotting fish calling her down from the skies she'd been roaming. She found it on the bank, the remains of some fish she didn't recognize. It was all food - it didn't matter what kind it was. She tugged the meat free from the bones, gulping it down ravenously; it had been some time since she'd been spoiled by Qiao's riches.