Redhawk Caldera Twilight Firefly

Birk had not eaten many birds in his career as a hunter and, when he had, he had not cared much to examine their bones. Therefore the origin of the wishbone and what it really was, was just as much a mystery to him. 

"Hmm..." he pushed the thing closer to him with his paw. "I am not sure," Birk sniffed at it and the very faint whiff of a dead animal met him. "Judging from smell alone this once was pretty alive."