Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

Well, two of our threads just finished up, so here I am! :)

Fox had been squabbling with a large turkey of all things. It was a big one (perhaps twenty-five pounds) and Fox wasn't even sure she necessarily wanted to eat it. But dodging its beak and then snapping at it with her ivory whites was good fun, so she kept at it, herding it this way and that way for a good thirty minutes now. It gobbled and squawked at her, clearly angry about the situation, but that only made it more amusing. It reminded Fox of her time spent at Duck Lake, chasing the fowl that lived there. They were much different beasts, being waterfowl, but she had always had fun running them off whenever she got the chance.

If turkeys were a common occurrence in Redhawk Caldera, she imagined that she would end up chasing them around quite often, too. A noise behind her caused Fox to pause and look away, leaving the turkey to peck wildly at her shoulder. “Hey!” she yelped, snapping her teeth close to the ugly bird's head. She barked, chasing it off and then running in the other direction, toward Peregrine, so that the turkey wouldn't be able to put its pointy beak on her any longer.

She managed to catch up to him mid-chase, and continued alongside him, flashing him a quick glance to let him know she was up for the hunt as well.