Lost Creek Hollow Gateway

Day nodded in agreement. "It's 'cause they fly," he supplied. "But they need a running start. Can't take off in dense trees, and they're too damn heavy to fly far. So they go for sparse forest."

The male pointedly ignored her comment about being able to hunt on her own. That's not the point, he wanted to say, but he supposed that not everyone felt the need to socialize as much as he did. She didn't look lonely, he reminded himself, and thus, the male decided not to speak any further on their short jaunt, as he gleaned that she might prefer it that way.

As soon as they got to the edge of the woods, the scent of turkeys was everywhere. Day lifted his muzzle and curled his lips, tail wagging as he took in these smells. Feathers! He turned his eyes back to Katya, head tilted to the side in a what now? sort of gesture.