Wheeling Gull Isle As we come together

Autumn heard a familiar yip: Ypres. She wondered if her prize was ready. She headed toward the yip in the forest. She found the pheasant set aside from the other kills. Ypres had also howled, Autumn assumed this was for some WGI wolves. She pulled the pheasant toward her.
Mmm. She bit into its chest and licked the blood off her lips. She had never tried a pheasant, and it was good. Although it had a flavor unlike many others, which made it unique compared to other kinds of prey.