Bramblepoint culpa

the shadow glowed. germanicus pawed the pheasant toward himself and bit into its breast. he spat a mouthful of feathers aside, digging toward the heart beneath the delicate breastbone.

"this will be sufficient," he assured with an amused voice. the eagle was pleased to see crowfeather in such a state. "if we rest here until nightfall, i think i will be fit to travel beneath the moon."

the ranger continued to eat, the gnash of his teeth quick and efficient.