Dragoncrest Cliffs told of a life where spring has sprung

He licked the backs of his teeth, then his lips next as he considered the best tactics to employ here. Neither of them seemed to be bursting with confidence about their looming turkey hunt, and neither knew the full extent of the other's strengths and weaknesses at once. "I think we can get in a bit more," he spoke lowly, hoping to combine the most obvious of approaches here in bringing them closer before they launched their bid in earnest. "I can swing wide one way, and you drive in a little closer. With any luck we can meet in the middle, turkey between us..?" It was a vague plan, since hunts could change and adapt as they moved through it, but he hoped it was enough structure to help.

Dio left room for her to suggestion otherwise, or help further flesh out the plan, then began to move--as discussed, with eyes dead set on the turkey in question.

But, luck wasn't with them. Their efforts failed.

They'd return empty-handed.