"They hunt for themselves, right? Just let him go terrorize a herd of sheep or something."

Billie pushes away from the wall and wanders up to where the white raven is perched, considering additional food and all. She doesn't have any food to offer but she is going to reach out slowly to run a finger over its feathers. It shifts a step to one side but that's about it. After being hand-raised by people, they aren't exactly what one could call wild.

Meanwhile, that tern finishes her own bit of meat and turns to eye Shura with the same interest as the raven. Birds of a feather and all.