Meadowlark Prairie Just because they're adorable doesn't mean you can let them get fat

For @Speedy!

Gundham decided to follow the herd of elk as they traveled northwards, wondering where they would end up. Distinct chirping filled his ears, and he recognized the calls as that of the western meadowlark. Looking where the grass was short, he found several eating grass seeds and insects. He had no intentions of disturbing them, giving the birds a wide berth and remaining cloaked in the tall grass. A small structure then caught his eye: a nest on the ground with meadowlark hatchlings in it. Gundham took note of its interesting dome shape, shielding the young from the elements and providing them with shade.

Oliver seemed keenly interested in the hatchlings, tongue flicking to taste their scent before slithering down off of Gundham. He quickly noticed this and sighed. You hunger for the innocent, Oliver? Fine... He murmured a bit dejectedly. Well, he'd studied the tiny creatures enough. Fortunately, serpents required little food. Gundham watched his companion slither towards the unguarded nest, slipping into it easily. Being a constrictor, the yellow-bellied racer grabbed hold of a young bird and began to wrap his body around it, restricting airflow until it finally suffocated. Then, he started to consume it whole, starting with the head. It was fascinating, yet morbid, like all of nature.

The dark lord lowered himself into a lying position as he kept a watchful eye on the serpent. It would take Oliver a while to consume his meal. In that time, he was left vulnerable. Gundham was fine with waiting, though the sight reminded him that he would need to catch himself something substantial soon.