Pheasant Soup

Gossamer bounded through the grasslands with a pheasant secured between her teeth. It had taken some coordination between her and Ásta to flush the bird out so the princess could catch and slay it. She was proud of her catch. It was a male, ringneck pheasant and its long tail feathers would make lovely decorations for her den and Gossamer was sure the meat would be delicious, even more so thanks to the work she put in.

Gossamer settled back down at the heart of the den sites in the tallgrass plains. The sky was cloudy and gray but the wind was still, making it as good a day as any to fix some hot tea and enjoy a picnic. Ásta started getting a fire going while Kylfa curled up for a cat nap. Gossamer got to work plucking the feathers off her catch.