Wapun Meadow No Admittance (Except on party business!)

@Merrick

The darkly winged thing did his due diligence from on high, tilting with the wind one way, then another, low enough to be safe from cloud and cold; high enough to be out of sight.

The tremors did not bother him. He knew sometimes his roost was fickle, but up in the air he was safe to watch and hunt for signs of life. He was not interested in life. A living thing was too much hassle; better yet to wait and then to pick apart the death as it came, to feast upon it.

This presumed death eater had found such an offering - the bodies were chilled by morning, and in the light the red of blood was like a beacon. He was silent; to reap this bounty he would need stealth, and came to alight upon the uncertain earth by the dead thing's face.

He glimpsed a thin, frozen smile upon the lips. A greying of the vitreous humor. The skin was still pliant and fresh enough for him to pincture with a stab of the beak, and as he pulled back his bald face, away came a cheek. Then one of the eyes, skewered, tossed with a still-wet gleam, caught and swallowed. 

He would take his time - there was much to be done.