It is a Harpy. Seems that when you flew through with your nestling, you stirred up the whole fucking continent of them. Which is just fine by me. Maybe not so good. Crap, I swallowed hard. “Don’t tell Eve.” Pamela shook her head, eyes wide. “I won’t.” We sat for a few minutes, stuffing ourselves with Harpy. I tried very hard not to think about how good it tasted, but by the look on Blaz’s face, he knew. Best thing you ever ate, isn’t it?
