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

He caught Thur's eye shortly and felt a thrill of excitement at the nod of her head. Artaax loved hunting, and he loved every opportunity he was given to show off for his nomi. He directed her with a pointed shift of his gaze and waited silently as she moved into place. He kept his focus on any reactions of her movement from their prey, but couldn't help the admiration that swelled in him for her when she illicited not a peep from the hidden cluster of grouse. This was all working wonderfully. He was totally gonna score.

Ha.

As Thuringwethil came around and slid into place directly across from him with the thicket in between, Artaax felt his muscles tensing again, ready for action. From here, he could think of no way to communicate his desire for her to be the one to flush out their prey, and so he took it upon himself once the timing was right. He darted forward, still taking care to be as quiet as he could, though shortly there was little point in it. The birds sprang from their shelter - all four of them (he had counted wrong). He leaped for one, trying to snatch it from the air. He missed, but continued his pursuit even though he knew it was fruitless for him at this point. But no matter, they were all flapping right towards heda, so there was still hope for breakfast yet.