Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

Easy's head turned only a fraction at the sound of another's approach. Her finely-tuned nose registered: Drageda, male, fit - and the rest didn't really matter. He was older than her, but not geriatric, and he was large but those sort of things didn't phase her, really - she was large, too. It was only when she caught his profile in the corner of her vision that she paused, wanting to turn and admire him but also wanting nothing of the sort.

"I'm a hunter by trade," she said under her breath, her voice low enough that he might feel the need to lean closer in order to hear her clearly. "But I don't want to hunt them if there aren't very many in the territory. Have you seen a lot of turkeys around?"

She wanted to go into the nuances of game control and animal husbandry - she had a deep appreciation for both subjects, instilled in her by her family from a very young age - but it wasn't feasible with the turkeys right there, watchful enough that they might catch on if she and her companion weren't careful. This in mind, she allowed a bit of distance to form between the two groups, more interesting in getting to know a packmate than in keeping hot on the turkey's trail.