Firefly Glen alganaax̂snikas ayuglakus

Slowly the glen was shaping up. The hunts would be started as Autumn came upon them. And they were well prepared. They had done all they could and still more to be done. He was running tired between here and moontide and moongrove to help where he could there too. But it was nice to fill his time.

I was thinking we could hunt some turkeys today. I heard some in the underbrush while I was squaring out some of the sleeping places.

Turkeys were a bit slower. Their wing span hurt if they went after you. But if they surprised them he had faith she would be okay.