Sun Mote Copse Hot chicken.

The praise was all Alyx needed before she dropped her head and begin tearing at the pheasant. The scent and taste of blood awakened her appetite in a way that hunks of meat never had before. Scissoring messily through feathers and flesh, she began to eat voraciously, forgetting about Towma's question while she gorged herself. Only when she'd swallowed several huge bites did she remember to turn her head and exclaim, yum!

Her siblings would eventually emerge from the den to try to seize their own piece of pheasant, but by then, Alyx had already eaten the best parts and padded over to flop down beside Towma, thoroughly sated and sleepy.