Barrow Fields Something with blood.

the pair watched as the turkey tried to stabilize itself in the snow, downy feathers cascading down in soft waves. val caught his breath alongside pepper, smiling briefly at the commendation.

they were now both excellent turkey hunters by val’s esteem — certainly better at this than val was at fishing. all yours, he motioned to the flopping thing, thinking pepper deserved the kill more. bird was not on val’s preferred fare, but he also recognized as an older male, it was more important that pepper keep his condition in top shape as winter closed around them.