a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
Lirsi nodded, "That's good to hear. They taste pretty good." To his last question she shrugged. "As a girl, my father and our family hunted together. But not much since." But it had to be like riding a bicycle, you never really forgot how to hunt.
Especially with her shift. Hunting was essential.
Especially with her shift. Hunting was essential.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI