Silver Creek Turkey Day

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the turkey died in his jaws; Cas' eyes followed Natashe as she dashed away to grab a second one from the fleeing flock. "damn," he grumbled, unsure of her tactic; he dropped his own kill and followed. the scent of blood was quick to follow as the turkey flapped its wings and flailed its beak at Natashe. though the wolfess caught it, a wound had opened somewhere near her face, and he winced as he dashed to her aid and closed his jaws on one waving wing.[/tr][/td][/table]