Dragoncrest Cliffs i don't love being the person who hides in the garage with her secret crib turkey.

Artaax crept forward steadily, hesitating when an unexpected and likely unintentional noise was made by his prey. He listened for what information that sound could give him - location, numbers, awareness - so he could put together the puzzle of his hunt, piece by piece.

By the time he thought himself near enough to make his move, the boy had determined that there were five or six grouse hiding in a thicket near the edge of the treeline now only a few yards ahead. He looked around for Thur as he settled down to plan out his next move, motioning with his muzzle towards where he suspected their prey lay, though he thought she might already know. In a situation like this, he knew their best bet was for one to flush the birds towards where the other waited, and so he looked at his nomi again to gauge her receptiveness to him being the one to direct her in this.