Cedar Sweep he eats the whole chicken wing, bone and everything

the siren's gaze softened as the male assessed her and subsequently adjusted his carriage -- caiaphas accepted no quarter, yet it was refreshing to not be met with outward hostility. too often she had wandered into the wilds and met a cruel end -- that this male seemed noble yet assured spoke of his character, and perhaps, the exchanges they would share.

she herself seemed to diminish in her stature; while no submissive fold nor bashful flash of her eyes was given, her posture slaked so it was simply present; neither alarming nor disarming but simply there. curious as ever to the male's intentions, the sylph inquired in short syllables: "a little late for a snack, no?"