By the luck of the draw, one of the females had become segregated from the group when Peregrine leaped in to action. She was stuck clucking in confusion, turning this way and that, hoping for a way out. Amon was more interested in the big-breasted males; three of them remained behind while the rest of the birds took to cover. By turning and charging for the clustered birds, he hoped to divide and conquer - and they did split up somewhat, flustered and obnoxious in their fear of the burly wolf among them. Amon snapped at one of the more bold turkeys which had begun to run, and then stopped and flared up with indignation towards the canine threat.
As impromptu as this hunt appeared to be, Amon found himself enjoying the thrill of the chase. He pounded the earth with his paws and circled the agitated bird. The turkey's plumage was raised and he was puffed up, trying to intimidate the attacker while directing attention away from the thin female. Amon dove in close and snapped at the bird, but did not seek out a killing blow; it had become a game between himself and this feathered beast. Looks like it wants a fight. You good?
Amon called out to the black wolf nearby, and spared him a brief look. Peregrine looked able-bodied; he was an alpha after all, so handling a few birds should be easy.