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Nantahala watched in amazement as Rodyn went after the the male, and took it down on his own. There were years of training that went into the capture—skills that’d take time and effort for her to hone—and she studied him as he hunted. He moved with an ease and confidence that she admired, and his drive held strength she could only dream of having. He was formidable, a force to be reckoned with, and a powerhouse—all of which she intended to be one day.

When he stood over his kill and looked her way, she jumped with excitement, and shouted, AYA! WE DID IT!!! Excitement coursed through her, consuming her entire being, and she felt as though she were on cloud nine. She scampered over to where he was, and looked down at the turkey before asking, Can I take one of his feathers?