Phoenix Maplewood entree.

Hey lady! Squawked a voice a few feet away, which startled her, but Stryx looked up with a dull expression and sluggishly glanced to the arriving child; they were leaning closer, clearly lured in by the scent of food. Whatcha got there?

She could not tell how old they were, nor what gender, at first glance. Their voice was youthfully ambiguous. Without a word she hoisted the spine up for them to see and then tossed it, and the head landed with a wet thunk, tumbling a little bit closer to them like a ball and chain.

It was a rabbit. She muttered finally, licking some of the mess from her lips.