Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

While Nantahala took things at face value, Yuralria liked to think things through with logic before she blindly believed someone. Honestly, she half expected her sister to ignore her question completely - or at least make a joke out of it - and so when the dandelion girl became just as confused as she was, her tail began to stir in excitement. "Guess that will be the first thing the super-cool-club will investigate!" Once they were done turkey hunting - obviously.

As Nantahala drew up beside her and instructed her to watch, Yuralria did just that. Squinting her eyes, she listened to her sister's instructions and tried to scan the crowd of birds for any obvious sign of weakness. It was only when one blonde paw pointed towards a hobbling hen that she finally noticed something different about this one.

"It's probably best you finish her off," came Yuralria's hushed reply. She fancied her odds better at chasing the thing, though there was the matter of- "How do I separate her from the flock? She's surrounded." When hunting ground squirrels, it had been easy to lie in wait by their burrows like a couger waiting to pounce. But with turkeys? Well, the girl supposed it took a different set of skills.