Barrow Fields Something with blood.

val nodded and watched as pepper swung wide, limping through the snow towards their potential meal.

slinking to the ground himself, val stalked in a pantherine prowl. he was suspended under the shadow of a snow-laden pine when pepper’s bark broke over them, the report clapping through the snow in stifled echoes.

the turkeys spun in alarm; two beat their wings against their heavy breast, limbs churning as they began to run. val knew if they took flight it would be over, but they were heavy birds and their flight cumbersome.

he broke from the arm of spruce, aiming for the turkey closest. the other two were further and their flight paths almost started.

with a grunt he leapt towards the beating thing, its wings slapping against his face. it kicked out, its claws scraping painfully down his jaws. after a brief struggle with feathers exploding in the air, the turkey managed to break free and ran screaming straight for where pepper stood.