Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

from the pheasant, qiao pulled throat from spine and set it down. the spleen, heart, and left wing she ate. the stomach sack and remaining part of the bird was tucked to the greenbrier braid of her neck.

looking up, qiao saw something silhouetted against a long hill. a yearling, lithe of frame with windswept features. a girl, lost alone in the world.

qiao approached from behind with a soft voice. "good place to see everyone - the more you see, the fewer fangs in your back." 

placing down the peltskin, qiao extracted the bird. she pulled its right wing from it, placed the stomach in the middle of the laid out pelt, and then offered the remaining bird to blueberry. "hungry?"