Redsand Canyon think about what you believe in now.

still skippable

Alivia bent toward the bird a second time, this time opening her jaw to grasp at one of the splayed wings. Her tongue lapped over the soft feathers, and she was overcome with the urge to bite down. The delicate bones in the wing creaked, and Alivia continued to chew. She pulled the bird into her chest for a better grip, and blood smeared across the downy white fluff of her pelt. 

Her father's voice caught her attention, and her eyes rolled over to capture his visage. There was rustling and movement in the shadows of the den, but this did not attract Alivia's interest for more than a few fleeting seconds before she turned her attention back to gnawing on the wing.