Dragoncrest Cliffs there is a special place in hell: it's really hip, very exclusive

Bobby had been stalking the group of turkeys for a while now, his sunlight golden eyes never leaving one particularly fat one. He had decided that it was going to be his prize. He could’ve tried to catch them earlier, but instead he had chosen to simply follow in the shadows. He quite enjoyed just watching and learning about them, they proved very interested. For instance, his big fat one seemed to be the big momma one, like Nomi. She lead them everywhere they went, always at the front of the pack.

The turkeys had finally stopped moving in a small clearing. They pecked at the ground anxiously, as if they knew something was off. They were just too stupid to know exactly what. Suddenly a different scent flooded his nose. He turned his head to see Furi, the dark and light female seemed to be stalking the turkey’s now as well. Bobby’s ear flicked with a bit of irritation, for he had been stalking these guys all day, what claim did Furi have to them.

But then he decided that he could make the most of her being here. She could help! He would take most of the credit of course, but she could still help! He let his fluffy black tail flag up behind him, so that only she could see it from where she crouched. He looked at her, then started scoring closer slowly. Once close enough for a whisper to be heard, he said to her, We’re catching that one, he said, pointing his nose towards the Nomi turkey.