Silver Creek Turkey Day

With Casmir on the other wing, the bird went down hard. Natashe could feel the numb warmth of the blood seeping from her wound, but quickly shifted positions and pinned the bird down with her weight and clamped her jaws around the back off its neck. She jerked her head to the side roughly and released it as she heard the satisfying sound of the neck snapping. She rolled off of the defiant creature and sat up slowly, the pain beginning to hit her all at once and make her woozy. 


"oh man...that was foolish. At least we caught three of them right? Spring and Heston did catch their's?"  she murmured, her words slightly slurred. The wound was of good size, stretching open her cheekbone up to her ear. Her blood dripped to the ground with audible splats and she frowned looking at Casmir "how bad is it?" she asked nervously.