Blacktail Deer Plateau home, and my music's playing

Her brow raised in amazement as he raked a paw against the frost-hardened ground, snorting at his comment. "muscles?" She asked, raking a feigned critical gaze over him canting her muzzle as if to ask "where?" All too quickly, however, he stopped flexing and delivered a countdown, taking off like a startled stag. She wheeled and lunged after him, catching him (as predicted) after a couple of moments, and falling into a teasing gait beside him, pulling ahead only to fall back. 

With a final burst of speed she pulled ahead, screeching to a stop only when something to her right burst out of the underbrush, wings beating. She whirled, launching herself at it, but was much too slow to act. Wing beating clunkily it darted back the way it'd come, the turkey lifting itself clumsily just out of reach, leering at her from the branches of a poplar.