Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39764794-20191206185329/@comment-44390494-20191208023352

Harriet's snowy owl rested on her shoulder as she enjoyed her food, repeatedly poking at the side of her face to the point where she finally had to say, "Fine. Here, have some." Harriet served some meat onto her plate, disgustingly staring at it while she cut a small portiion and held in in front of Arctic's small beak.

The bird happily took the treat, munching on it for a second before swallowing and squeaking for more.

She sighed, this was going to be a long night.