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

She polished off the clamshell. The raven's appetite was finally sated. She ruffled her feathers with a very contented look on her face, then looked to the wolf once more. "Where to next, madam?" she inquired, bowing and spreading out her wings slightly. It birds could smirk, she would be - her eyes danced once more. This seemed like it was going to be a wonderful partnership.