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She agreed with a smile and a nod—one of those feathers would look nice in her fur. I will wear one of his feathers when we take him down, she said. 

She looked to where he pointed, noting how open the field was. There'd be lots of room to chase them, little foliage for the turkeys to get lost in, and she was happy with the setup of the hunt. Still, there was something that had come to mind as he instructed her. 

How would I injure them both when I'm chasing them? she wondered, seeking clarification.