Meadowlark Prairie countess

Nephele’s mind went back to the deer shed caught just the other day, flashing a little grin even as she delicately peeled meat from bone on the fish at her feet.

Im more apt at hunting small animals, to be truthful. Rabbits, ground birds, once upon a time a lemming. She said, crunching delicate bones between her teeth to get at the rest of the little fish.

Thank you for the fish.