Redtail Rise we have a flair for the shade and the inbetween

mature mentions: child eaters 

Fables and epics recur to mem'ry, yes, child-eaters.
Whom, through barter and larceny, find victuals upon victuals of newborns, coaxing and fattening them with the semisweet hope of half-eaten veal, lathering their rotund bodies with cloves and other herbs (not ere skinning them with rotting needletooths), spit over a kindling and therein snee'd with silver tines and knives, flesh of quail:
but these are just tales. Surely.

His outbursts elicits the abused note of someone who suffer defamation of their profile, and the entertained bantering of their fellow. The cowbird does not flinch from the (probably pediculous) coywolf with the means to make him recoil, no, he saunters in turn with his chest protruding in a dopey manner.

"yous' are next's to's MY lands now'd! i am talking to both a' yous', big smelly poopy heads!" steadied on springy haunches, he waves his forearms as if he is some wispy spook,
"muhahaha! fear me!"