Redhawk Caldera Normally subhuman cultures such as this are of no consequence

Amalia. Maia's friend. She nodded, lowering the raven's foot to sit between her paws. Her head tilted when Amalia asked what she would do with it.

Should I do something with it? She mused aloud, thoughts wandering. Can a raven's wing fly on its own? Can its foot still hop? Ana looked down at the withered thing. Isn't it worthless if it can't serve its purpose anymore? Worthless. Like her. But Anathema wasn't sure she'd ever had a purpose to begin with.