Mudminnow River they slithered from eden

Well, not every attempt at thievery would be a success — that was simply a fact, that the odds of her success were more like rolls of the dice than truly controlled by her expertise — and now she needed to rely on her skills to get her out of this troubled situation. Her heartbeat transitioned from fast-because-of-phsyical-exertion to fast-because-holy-shit and she struggled against her restraints. Isleña pushed the back of her skull against the earth and tried to wrest her shoulders free from his grasp, but he was far larger than her and she was easily overpowered. All she had was her tenacity.

Realizing that she would not get out of this with the grouse in hand, the banshee spat the corpse from her mouth and returned his thick accent with one of her own. “Hungry, no.” she sneered in a thick lilt, as if he had suggested that she had been weak or needed taking care of. It wasn’t hunger that had driven her to take the man’s meal, though she was hungry; rather, it was the sheer opportunity that had driven her. Isleña would never not try to take advantage of a situation like that — it was how she treated her siblings and cousins, too, so a mere stranger would fare no bette with her. The smartest and the most cunning and tenacious got to eat, while the others must wait for their scraps. 

"Axmaq! she cursed at him from her supine place upon the ground, kicking her feet up at him as best she could. “Stupid!”