Fox's Glade i’m going to break something

"It's better then dirt!" Vulture pushed back to her siblings disgust to her hobby. They often poked and prodded at it, but never truly thrown distaste for it, or stopped the bloodied bird. It was a love to be covered in a darker tone, but not of the grimy grossness of whatever they are currently in.

"Alright buddy, whatever you say," she rolled her eyes at Buzzard.

"We'll, we did steal from them y'know, doubt they'd let us back," she laughed at the thought. Those damn coyotes hoarded the food, and so naturally, the trio stole from them, "but now we gotta find some new victims, here here!"