Iktome Plains wuskripa

she raised her eyebrows disparagingly but found she had nothing to say back. heda busied with eating as she thought, stripping fat from meat and meat from bone, down to the sinew and the marrow. "i like to think i did it alone."
one bird consumed. the other untouched. heda blew a pile of feathers down and patted it in a half-hearted attempt at play, one that faded almost as soon as it had come on.
"i never asked for your name. what is it?"