Wapun Meadow a hellish glow of hot orange

while ich'aak kept a long ear turned back on his shadow, he did not mind the company -- he remained neutral, trailing here and there on small steps of his slender paws -- the duo carried much this way until ich'aak came upon the scent of turkeys.

he slowed to a stop and lifted his needle-thin muzzle to the air, quietly assessing his surroundings. in the distance their warbles sounded and he briefly looked to tadec -- a silent invitation -- before he made carefully in the direction of their calls.