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Pheasants. What the bloody fuck was a pheasant, thought Saena as they began to scour the woods. Tavi's description did little to help her understand, for while Saena had seen flightless birds with small wings before, there was a variety of them in the taiga. There were turkeys sometimes, and small ones with curly bits on their heads, some that looked odd and others that were brightly coloured. Saena didn't have the slightest idea which of these varieties Tavi was after, but she went along in hopes that she would figure it out before tailing the wrong sort.

"Uh," Saena mumbled, "how do you know they were dude pheasants? Birds look kinda all the same to me." Sexual dimorphism in birds and plumage differences weren't something the alpha was schooled in. Feeling oddly moronic, for her hunting knowledge was primarily small and large terrestrial game and not birds or fish, the alpha female hung back a few feet behind Tavi, doing her best to contribute but really just unsure what they were looking for, exactly.