Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

"Starved!" she answers in rhythm.

The tip of her nose nudged up to his cheek, coupled with a slow sit once his aroma had reached her nostrils. Shuffling her shoulders back and forth, she fixed her legs to tighten her chest together while her ears came to a distinct perk.

And she would peck at his feed littered across the floor. Why, he brought her something good! Something that she'd enjoy. Something that would satiate her hunger. Ruffling her tail behind her in a quick, rapid wag, it slowed down with quick grace before she leaned her head down to the fallen hare. With her toes gingerly pressing down onto it's throat, she grabbed onto it's ears to pick at his offering. "And Seth? Did he feed himself?" Falling comfortable in a place all too outlandish, she would spread her wings here if beckoned to.