Dragoncrest Cliffs Anchovy

It pleased her when he played along without needing further convincing. Naturally, she slowed down her own plucking so that his count could catch up to and surpass hers. Together, they slowly pulled every last feather from the bird’s limp body, revealing the surprisingly small amount of flesh and bone hidden underneath.

See? Meat, she said cheekily when they were done. Give it a try while I count our feathers.