Emberwood Checkup

Hush chuffed his thanks to the female for sharing before he tore a leg from the pheasant's body. He ate in silence, the world around them relaxing as birdsong called once more and the subtle sounds of bones crunching served as a percussive bassline to the birds' soprano arias. Hush, finishing his leg, tore another chunk from the carcass and left the rest for her. She worked for it, and therefore she could have as much as she wanted.