ptarmigan.she mouthed it soundlessly, lips working, tasting the word before the meat.
her gaze flicked from bird to woman, wary but keen, studying her face as though searching for what was meant of her. try.
slowly, she bent. tiny teeth worry at the soft place where belly met feather, tugging until the skin gave. she startled at the sharpness of it, licking her lips fast before she bent again, tugging, chewing.
After a few mouthfuls, she looked back up, a smear of scarlet clinging to her chin. the taste was rich—different from caribou, less wild-musked, lighter on her tongue. her tail gave a small, unthinking stir.
good,
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