Fairspell Meadow Bon-voyage

Imagining Connie sneaking little looks makes me melt aaaah.

Through the protests of tiny mewling barks, Stryx continued to hum. She picked at the dead thing's hide. Bits of hair came free, then flesh, and soon she was invested in tugging away the more foul parts to find the softer meat beneath the surface. It was probably all pretty rank by now, but she like the tense feeling coiled in her shoulders as she worked, and the possibility of a meal (even a nasty old one) could not go ignored.

The child snuck little glances at her. They were curious - maybe afraid at first - but Stryx did not say anything nor did she move against them. When more of the tough parts were shredded and she could finally investigate the innards, she began to pull a length of intestine free - but then felt it wasn't adequate for herself, surreptitiously flinging it like a garland over the rotund corpse's belly that it may drape near the child.

There was value in it - and Stryx chose to put the child first, wondering if they would go for this easily pilfered bit of soft, rubbery tissue. Meanwhile to that, Stryx began to dig in to the chest of the creature by way of the belly - shoving her face in the hole she'd created.