Duck Lake know what you want

Oh you're fine <3

Her ears twitched faintly, registering his approach first. Ixchel stopped plucking and turned her bloodied muzzle towards him. She was prepared to warn him back, but the silkblack mercenary chose an appropriate distance himself, staving off her teeth for now. She returned to her feather-removal, keeping an ear on the wolf who had come close enough for a reason— as she was soon to find would be conversation. She hoped he wasn't trying to sweet talk his way to one of her birds; she didn't want to disappoint him with her more than healthy appetite.

She bit into the first duck quickly, hollow bones crunching and thickened blood oozing as she chewed greedily. She hated to eat birds— more work for little reward— but these undisturbed birds had been irresistibly easy targets. Plus she liked showing off. And if she were the type to base her performance on the return of her guest, then she'd say it was a job well done.

Ixchel, she answered him succinctly after finishing her first bird. She never minded naming herself first. She was proud of her birthright, and she feared no wolf enough to keep it a secret from them. Yours?