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It did not take long for the soft booming and warbling of wild turkeys reached Dagfinn's ears. "Over here," he said to Tryphon, gesturing toward the sound before slinking through the underbrush, silent so as not to frighten their prey. Very soon, Dag could see them through the thick of the trees - only four hens, in this rafter, but knowing there were more in the area made Dag less wary of picking one off.

"That one closest to us looks fat enough," he said under his breath, assuming that Tryphon was near enough to detect the soft sound of his voice. "If I go around from the side, do you think you can snatch it before it gets in the air?"