Eat the Birds. All the Birds.

Resin had been craving pheasant. It had been a meal that she'd come accustomed to, having lived beside a large prairie in the past. The meat of a pheasant was rich and somewhat earthy. She quite enjoyed it. Having a mind to acquire some, the big woman set her sights on a large prairie where she had hunted pronghorn in the past. Hopefully she would be able to flush out some of the birds. Her size worked against her though. If she could find someone smaller to dip and dive to snatch them out of the air, that would be ideal. Unfortunately, today seemed to be quite a busy day for everyone. She would simply try on her own and hope for the best.