Swiftcurrent Creek winter's wife

"Ha - I don't believe you. I bet you have some kind of epic bird-hunting past," she fired back, grinning toothily at him, eyes twinkling in the cold dawn light. "Sit with me and skin it, will you?" Bazi invited, shuffling back (not that there was any point; they had endless fields to sit in) as a gesture that he should take his place in front of her. "One wing each?"