Need for Feed (Patreon)

Angela didn’t see who threw them, or even where they could have come from. She only heard the sound of seeds scattering at her feet. She stared down at them for a while. They were perplexing. She wanted to bend down to get a look at them, but instead of kneeling, she lurched forward a bit. She cocked her head curiously, keeping at least one eye fixed on the mysterious pile of grains. Feathers pried their way from her clothes. Her talons, now free from her shoes, scratched at the dusty ground. The seeds seemed to be coming closer. She clucked excitedly.