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When he reassured her, she leaned into his touch, smiling as she gently poked his chin with her snout. Regardless of the outcome of the hunt, she was confident they'd have a good time, and that she would learn something new—taking down the turkey would just be an added bonus. 

She followed when he led, and they made their way through the glen. She was watchful as they walked, keeping an eye out for any signs of the turkeys. It didn't take long for her to smell them, and then to hear them, and her eyes lit up as she listened to their garbled jargon. 

I can smell and hear them, she said, looking in the direction from where they came. Sounds like there's a few of them—three, I think? They were still not in eyesight, at least from what she could see, so she didn't have a way to confirm how many of them there were. They're really chatty, she added with a laugh.