Purloin

Having plucked a small bunch of feathers from the heron, Nimue’s lips were starting to water in anticipation. Almost down to the meat. The small pile of feathers was whisked away by the breeze, which was blowing her scent downwind. Concealing the cologne of the man approaching her. By the time he was behind her, she’d been so transfixed on removing the final feathers, she didn’t notice him until it was too late. His massive shadow appearing in front of her, blocking the sunlight like a moon in a lunar eclipse.

His voice made her jump- tiny paws scrambling, as she whirled around to face him. Immediately taking on an aggressively defensive posture; pelt bristling all down her nape and spine, ears pinning, eyes narrowing, pearly teeth baring. “Stolen?” She spat back, glaring up at him. Unfazed by the stark size and age difference between them. “You’ve got enough birds to share. I only wanted this one.” She wasn’t trying to justify her actions- instead, she was trying to make him seem selfish for hoarding all the prey. “And I’m not gonna give it back.” Standing her ground, even in the face of danger. Nimue was prepared to defend her kill, because she hadn’t eaten in days.

”Speech”