Although the first head was devoured promptly, the raven hesitated before approaching the second. Only after Orha glanced up and gave his familiar the silent command to eat it as well did it move - leaping upon the food with obvious relish.
Paying it little mind, the Yason continued to prepare his bird for roasting. The rest of the gizzards were removed and tossed with what else he had already removed, and both feet were snipped off and set down elsewhere. There were several sticks pared down and blackened laying nearby; he grabbed one of them and skewered his hen, then propped the butt end of the stick in the soil and rocks by the fire pit.
Looking over at the human, Orha said, "Gerald," then tried to ask a question. "Raven," he said in his own tongue, and then in broken English, "You?" Not knowing any verbs, he made a motion with his one hand to go with the question, running up the front of his throat toward his mouth.