Barrow Fields Something with blood.

one ear turned back as pepper’s altered footsteps reached him. val hunkered to his stomach, eyes trained on the browsing wildfowl.

he thought a moment for answer. it wouldn’t make sense to put poor pepper to the running; this was a practical observation delivered without judgment. you distract. i’ll chase. turkeys were surprisingly agile runners, but vulnerable within the first few seconds of flight. their bodies just almost on the cusp of grounding them to the terrestrial.

he army-crawled forward, the bite of snow pressing to his belly as he waited for pepper to move into place and give the signal.