Barrow Fields Something with blood.

val’s face smarted where the long claws of the bird had dug in. he grunted and chased after, but slowed as he saw pepper work his way towards the noisesome creature.

around them, feathers wafted gently to the ground — their act so peaceful despite the violence happening around them. for a moment, val distractedly watched their fanciful arcs as they fluttered to the ground.

pepper had better luck — or skill — than val and just now had dispatched the turkey’s neck. releasing the thing, the turkey seemed to unravel; his legs running every which way but forward, his body careening as if drunk — until at last the thing flopped in a heap with feathers fluttering around it.

good work, val grunted, slipping down to his stomach with a pant.