Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

Fox was ever-amused by Peregrine's antics. He went back to the bird, and Fox did the same, taking off a chunk here, a bite here, until there was nothing left of the turkey but a large stain of blood on the ground. The ravens and other scavengers would clean that up. Reclining, Fox rolled onto one side and let her head fall to the ground. While she wasn't entirely full, she did feel a great more nourished, and she was happy to bask in the afternoon sun. It wasn't too terribly cold, and she had a feeling that they wouldn't have too many warmish days left.