Redtail Rise She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe

Someone was coming. She hoped it was Prophet, coming back with something hot and fresh for her to eat, preferably already de-feathered or torn open so she could eat all the good parts first. 

Instead, it was the ash-brown boy, whose head popped into view. He had nothing in his mouth, so she pouted. She inhaled and was about to boss him around for having come without a treat for her to eat, when another kid came into view, nearly thumping into Requiem which earned him a frosty glare. 

He was friendly, and polite, though. But his question made her sniff haughtily. "For food, duh," She said. "Wabbit. Fith. Biwd. Deeaw- I ain't picky, I'n jutht th-taawwved." She declared. "An' needer you bwought me nuffin. Hmmpf." She said, sinking to the ground and crossing her forepaws before her, neatly, at the ankle. She refused to look at either of them.