Phoenix Maplewood Meleagris gallopavo

The bird twitches a little beneath him and there’s a long, deep breath before it goes still. His left wing expands and finally, Ukko lets him go and steps over him as Tavi straightens herself up and babbles on about having had a plan for the whole thing.  His ears swivel forward and he cants his head to look at her, a smile forming on his features as she boosts her skills she didn’t get to use.  The male remains stoic for a few moments and tries to release his tense muscles, feeling one puncture on his shoulder blade and another on his right leg. 

“You’ll have to show me sometime,” he playfully replies and swishes his tail a few times but settles it a beat later.  He noses at the bird, taking a few deep breaths for any signs of obvious disease or why the other two birds might have been attacking it in the first place.  Hierarchy, he concludes, and tugs at the feathers.  “Care to join me for lunch?” he asks through a mouthful of feathers, spitting them out on the ground.  There would be enough to satisfy his hunger, and hers, and perhaps a little left over to save for a cache or perhaps return to Saena.