Moonspear I scorn their hatred, if they do but fear me

EEEEEEEEE C:

Ness returned from a scouting venture to the outside toting three crows crushed neatly together in a mostly bone-and-feather sandwich between her jaws. She was quite proud of the tow, if only because she was fascinated by the tenacity of carrion creatures. A flock of crows were swarming the nearly picked carcass of a day old doe killed by some creature or another. After chasing away the crows and realizing that there was nothing but skin left for the birds to peel off the bones, she started to go on her way, but paused as the crows began to return without her making it ten feet away. It took three of their comrades deaths for them to stop returning to the carcass and getting picked off by a lurking white wolf.

And so she came across Charon with her quarry, and upon noticing his expression, came up and deposited two birds before him, and scooped one towards herself as she sat. "Looks like you could use a pick-me-up."