Iktome Plains wuskripa

heda dragged her pheasants together, ears flicking at the sound of his own jaws ending his own target. three fowl. she arranged them in a row on some whim. his words caught her off guard. "pray?" she echoed, her voice resounding emptily across the flat sea-prairie.
heda's ears splayed. she gestured at the animals. "sure. uhum, do whatever you want." just as well. the sooner she could eat she sooner she could leave this soft-voiced, shaggy weirdo who asked to pray over a pile of dead birds.
she swept her tail tightly around her forepaws, waiting in the familiar hunch of a gargoyle for the man to go on.