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He grinned at her remark, and then fell into business mode, eyeing the birds. He barely comprehended what she had said before they were upon the turkeys. They exploded in a mad scramble, going every which-way. It was by sheer luck, really, and not by skill that he grabbed one of the hens by its scrawny neck, his jaws instantly severing the spine.

Limp turkey in his jaws, he dragged it over to where Easy sat, guarding her own kill. Nice work, kru, Verx said, voice muffled. He dropped the bird and began to pick away the feathers, spitting them out in intervals with quiet, half-annoyed pah!s.

Poultry wasn't his favorite thing ever, but it would do for now.