Meadowlark Prairie Fowl

Rodyn eyed the fowl, his ears foward as she continued to speak. The one he would have wondered if it would get her back her place, but two more would do the trick. He nodded decisive.

I will help you. With fowl you want to spear head them. So you go one way i go the other.

He smiled again, and nose to the ground went in search of another. Soon enough he came across the scent. He motioned her to go Left, he would go right.

WIth racing steps and ragged breath, he grasped the fowl and shook it hard. It hung limp in his jaws. Finally, another prize. He would offer them to her and then be on his way.