Raven's Watch Back when the earth, sun, and stars all aligned

He barely had a taste before the woman brushed ahead of him, wedging herself between where he stood and the pile of still warm pieces. He was not offended. Revui could push back if he wanted, she was not a warrior from the looks of things, and the most that would transpire might be a horde of angry ravens as he took what he had mentally claimed as his own.

Her words were shrill in his ears; cold, full of offense for what he had done. He cared more for the cooling guts than her complaints and with a grunt, side-stepped around her. But he did not immediately descend upon the mess. He watched her and licked the red from his lips, savoring what little he had managed to take.

You left it. It belongs to no-one. It will be wasted there. He gloomily pointed out, watching as she bristled and postured in her way. It was wrong, at least in his own opinion, to waste such vital parts. If he wanted them he would take them.