Meadowlark Prairie waiting on LA to come find me and be forgiven

qiao marveled the freedom of birds. belladonna hopped towards the clamshell, beak clacking as roe slithered down a black-throated gullet.

protection. food. two necessities for most.  "i would have many uses for you." qiao smiled and began to don the greenbriar around her slender neck. "and in return, i will keep you fed and protected." she imagined very few things would go for a raven that kept company with wolves. even eagles were not so bold. "that is the last of my roe until this spring, though."