Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

Tumbleweed spoke in defense of the wretched creatures, doing his best to play the words in their favor. But all she could question was, would agreeing to this be in her favor, or the bird's in the end?

Only one way to find out.

The thought of her corpse being pecked away at does seem enticing. The image she toyed with in her mind made her shudder with delight. 

Fine... but if one feather is out of place, I will bury the creature alive. Just as she had done to so many others. But that wasn't a secret to her dear friend here. Widower couldn't help but gleam at him, lip pursing. He'd known the stories, as she'd told them many times before. And yet, she still couldn't help but wonder if he thought any less of her after completing such cruel acts.