Golden Glade and it's always been the same, the same old story

you wouldn't think this little dove was a liar, by the sweet way she smiled when she got her way -- but that was the charm of sociopaths and mavericks alike, wasn't it? sionnach lunged for the pie (read:squirrel), that charming smile gone in an instant as she ravenously dug in.

having eaten her fill in a matter of seconds (she hadn't really been hungry anyway - she just wanted something that wasn't hers, and wanted to see if she could get it -- mission accomplished), sionnach licked her lips in satisfaction, hiked up her tail in triumph, and composed a brief victory gallop around her mother before diving into the bushes with a barbaric, undulating call that announced the little savage was once more at large.