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

Bobby was prepared to make a plan, but he didn’t have a lot of time to. Before his partner could even respond, they were interrupted by squawking. Bobby turned his head wildly and his golden eyes saw a horrible sight. All of the turkeys, every one, was taking flight. He watched eyes wide as his breakfast ran away from him. He stood there just staring for a few seconds, but Furi brought him back to reality. She rushed out into the fray, and Bobby (who liked her spunk) followed.

He leaped around attempting to grab some of the birds. He was a good hunter, but not in the midst of mayhem. One turkey wing beat him in the face, and he fell onto his butt. After sneezing a few feathers out of his mouth, he looked around again. They were all gone, all of his game gone into the sky and trees. A growl bubbled up in his throat and he turned around to face Dalia, the grey furred female was the one who’d done this, blundering into the clearing like a bull.

His fur puffed out and his red chest heaving, he stomped over to her. Dalia! You made them all fly away! I’m hungry and now they’s all gone! He accused giving her a narrowed eye glare. He wasn’t very menacing, he was too boyish and cute to be menacing.