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The youth was torn. He wanted to provide for Saena, obviously, and to please Warbone with his compliance - but it went against his instincts to leave the pack unattended, even for the hour it would take them to get there and back again with a turkey in tow. They were a member down - an important member - and they had to protect her.

But the rest of the pack could do that; Warbone could do that.

So Dag led the way, content to walk in silence for this time. If he'd known of Tryphon's inexperience with turkeys, he would've filled the trip with advice for hunting them - he'd only done so during his brief journey with Amber and Grayday, and it'd surprised him how easily they'd been able to fly. His first encounter with them had not been a successful one, and Day had given him a baleful stare at the end of that hunt.

Soon enough, they'd reached the mixed forest and small clearings where Dag had last seen the rafter of turkeys. Their scent was still in the area, but as of yet, there were no birds in sight. "Let's go for a hen - there were ten last time I saw them," he suggested, speaking softly so as not to frighten their prey.