Cedar Sweep i'll follow the sounds of wings

She picked carefully at her catch, stripping the feathers of the stomach and picking at the meagre flesh. She would enjoy the tiny meal as it lasted, eating carefully to pull every last nutrient from the jay. She had gotten through most of the body when approaching footsteps sent alarm coursing through her, and she tugged quickly a wing from the body, attempting to much it as quickly as possible. 

The male turned the corner just as one of the bones lodged behind her teeth, having her flinch and swallow the tough wing dryly. She offered him a put-out glare as she worked her jaws, pawing at her fangs until the bloodied bone slipped out, landing at her paws as she scrunched up her face in pain, forgetting to address the male in lieu of the more pressing issue of her poor gums.