Barrow Fields Something with blood.

”Right. Let me walk around ‘em. I’ll give a good bark. Should pull their attention and let ya get close enough.” 

And so that’s what he did, giving a wide birth as to not startle them prematurely. After some time he was on the other side, Val hardly visible behind them against the snow-covered ground. 

He did as he said, delivering a bark in volume that rivaled the turkey’s shenanigans. He didn’t mean to chase them off, just pull their focus.