Without warning, the crone reached out and grabbed the young woman's arm. She stepped in closer, her eyes narrowing.
"You should stay away from that chicken. You should stay away from anything that big because...unlike large apes..chickens are domesticated. It will be owned, and you do not want to find out what comes of people who salt and burn large chickens. No matter what that chicken has done." The hand on the woman's arm tightened as if to echo the warning.
"Remember that." She let go just as quickly as she'd grabbed and stepped away. "It may save your life."