She Rolled A Turkey

Mæva licked some of the fat that had been left between the skin and the breast. She wasn't sure you could dry big globules of fat like that. Working her teeth under more of the breast meat she pulled off a few more strips to set on her rocks. As she did she heard paw steps and looked up to see an older boy standing there with a turkey feather in his mouth. "Oh! You caught the feather. Nice catch, you can keep it if you want." She glanced at the turkey and thought for a moment. "Do you want some meat and feathers for decorations and stuff? If you want to help I'm happy to split the kill 50/50." She bent her head down once more toward the tail of the turkey pulling out a few feathers before trotting over to the rock she was wedging them under to keep them from blowing away.