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She waits until there’s no movement to let up, dropping the limb bird to the ground. Her ribs rise and fall with vigor a few more seconds, slowly calming down as her head swings to him. For a few seconds, she is protective despite his offer to let her keep it. Instead, she takes a step back and exposes it. “You did enough work taking the beating,” she jokes, spitting out a own feather or two. If the bird hadn’t been distracted, he might not have done so well in taking it down, but birds are delicate creatures once you find the weak spot.
 
“You could bring it back with me,” she suggests to him, an inviting lift of her brow.