Ghost Lion Crag why don't i just take off my clothes and have a nightmare.

The attention he drew didn't appear to be a threat. At least, that's what Artaax decided instantly upon glimpsing the stranger in the distance. His eyes flashed across her and were away again in half a second later. Truthfully, he couldn't even be sure he'd even seen someone there. But he didn't care enough to check again, so he went right on eating.

With a loud snap, he wrenched a wing free and tossed it aside. He'd hunted enough birds to know they didn't have enough meat on them to be worth the trouble, and shortly he'd ripped off the other and threw it over to join the pile. He began plucking away at the feathers on its plump breast then, nonchalantly shifting so that his shoulder was to the stranger.