Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

Although turkey meat wasn't something she particularly enjoyed, turkeys were one of her favorite things to hunt. They reminded her of her father, and even though she didn't get a full serving of his obsession with feathers, she still liked the scent and usually indulged in the urge to roll around in them, even though she didn't feel she had to the way Daddy always had.

This time was no different. After she'd removed enough feathers to make a nice bed (she appropriated some of Verx's feathers to this end as well), Easy abandoned her kill, rolling to the side and wiggling ecstatically in the soft flurry. Her legs wheeled comically above her, but for once, she did not really think about how this must make her look. Rolling in feathers was just something you did, right? If she'd known it wasn't actually all that common a practice, she would've been mortified.