Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
There were no footprints, no pheasant bones or feathers, indeed no sign, to look at, that any but himself had been there last night. but the smell of wolf's fur, the color of ripe blackberries, still clung to him. and scent was the soul, after all.
Catnundrum. Chapter One.
His mahogany brown jowls were drooling a bit from the smell of roasted pheasant on the other side of the store cooking. robbie licked over his own broad black bumpy nose with his tongue.
Valewood Eyrie Communiques, a POSC crossover with Zmeydros.
I promise this time i will store bought poultry since people seemed put off by free range pheasant. merv degriff, valewood eyrie comm relay and security.
Fallen Angel Part 2
When the trays were opened she saw an assortment of meats, pork, beef, venison, lamb, pheasant, turkey, and chicken. she saw that it was ranged from half cooked, to not cooked at all.
Discord
Fox shifted his claw towards the bird…that damned unendurable pheasant. “the asshole sitting there is falco lombardi, the teams heavy weapons expert. don't put too much stock into his words, no one else does." “hey!" the avian squawked angrily.
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
There were no footprints, no pheasant bones or feathers, indeed no sign, to look at, that any but himself had been there last night. but the smell of wolf's fur, the color of ripe blackberries, still clung to him. and scent was the soul, after all.
Star Fox: Inertia - Ch. 6 of 12
After not sleeping well, he was in no mood for the pheasant's games. "falco, do you have any actual ideas? or are you just molting or something?" "ugh. ya always were a wet blanket, foxy."
Jungle Blues
The pheasant continued, although he did pick up the pace and look somewhat more like a professional mercenary. six heard a faint tone emit inside his hud and he scanned his tracker again.
Gala Surprise
Canines were howling, pheasants were squawking with delight. most of the felines who had looked somewhat bored through the ball were now clapping and watching rogan with renewed interest. this was truly a revolutionary event!
Narrow Passes and Sheer Cliffs
Thankfully the pheasant – or whatever the local equivalent is – was good enough to get us back on our feet again the next day.
The Grinning Blade
"pheasant, mostly. some roots. i would trade my mother for some salt." the rat was eating too, he saw, so the raccoon set into what he decided to describe as a meat pie.
"There's A New Horse In Town" The Story So Far.
"pheasant season, what a gigantic pain in the ass," he grumbled silently.