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

the raven bent her dark head, black beak engulfing the roe whole. the clamshell stripped of its quarters, belladonna practically wore an indulgent grin -- if beaks could be shapely.

"anywhere you detect a coven, or witches." the answer was hardly definitive -- but qiao trusted this clever bird to draw her own inference. "i go to the red mesa tomorrow. i will howl if your services are needed."