Phoenix Maplewood wabbit season! duck season! ...turkey season?

One more nod was all Shale gave his nephew, then the older man slunk away, a silver shadow through the trees. All the while, he kept an eye on the birds: they seemed content enough, but now Shale was moving upwind of them. Once he was in position, they would have to act fast. Sunny's confidence that they could nab a majority of the turkeys buzzed through him, adrenaline standing the hairs of his pelt on end.

When he was on the opposite edge of the clearing, he settled low into a crouch, waiting for Sunny's signal. He was careful of every move he made; one snap of a branch, one breath too loud, and it would be chaos. Bird hunting required a bit more finesse than the wild deer chases he was accustomed to, and Shale was more than happy to let his young nephew take command in this situation.

Shale blinked through the brush at Sunny, lying in wait.