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

the male revealed it was too early for a meal; caiaphas reflected on this, mulling its meaning in silence. she was most quiet at night -- as was her brood -- but perhaps, the life of a loner molded one to more flexible means to ensure survival.

he took a step closer; the distance the sylph did not mind, and undeterred, answered his question in smooth poise: "a lack of sleep." she rarely slept soundly these days, and often the time she dedicated to slumber was spent fitfully to the point she woke up in unrest. "yourself, besides the food?"