Amelia stretches her wings higher to hide the human. Her eyes narrow in suspicion, but while a harpy’s gaze is fierce and threatening in light, but with the last rays of sun disappearing quickly behind the horizon make her look more like a short-sighted chick (darn it, she should have taken a light first, but she was so pissed).

“I don’t know anything about that kind of deals.” Amelia wants to be honorable, but it’s not like the shade can prove it. Even if he has no reason to come all the way out here and lie, even if she only needs the meat, once she caught him it’s her right to make sure justice will be served. “You can’t have him. He hasn’t shown remorse yet.”