Dragoncrest Cliffs Feathers everywhere!

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Eske purses her lips as Kendra turns to her to decide how to best approach their mission. Birds were never Eske’s hunting specialty — she always preferred ungulates. Big game. She frowns in contemplation, her ears slicking back to rest atop her crown at half mast as she mulls it over, studying the turkeys before them and trying to mentally map out what would be their best course of action. It hits her then that perhaps she should put to test Kendra’s abilities. This was a team effort, after all. Sea-glass green gaze moves from the turkeys to her partner with an encouraging smile upon the curl of her lips. “How do you think we should hunt them?” If Kendra didn’t feel confident enough then Eske was fairly certain she could wrangle up a plan but she genuinely wanted to see if Kendra had any ideas while also trying to be a good (haha) teacher and encourage Kendra to venture out of her comfort zone and think outside the box. Eske thinks it would be easier to flank a bird and attempt to herd it off but perhaps her amour pupil would have a better idea.

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