Firefly Glen exile

They were just down by the creek beyond the lake, there on the other side, Toad gestured with her nose, reaching out across the lake. She knew the pheasants were likely still farting around in the same area. They hardly ever flew far and tended to stay in their little groups. Still, she'd given up pretty quickly, having no desire to wait long enough to have to surprise them again without a partner in crime.

Bronco's better with feathered things, but I figured I'd give it a shot anyway, she said. Really, Bronco had been the one to do the majority of the work when they'd found the turkeys.