Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

“Turkish?!” Towhee couldn’t help but mouth, having never heard of such a language. Could he speak to turkeys then? Aside from that, Cinar mentioned he was a terrible hunter—well, she could relate to that—who’d only somewhat recently dispersed from his natal pack. It sounded like he’d left on good or at least neutral terms, though she was more curious why he’d thrown in his lot with the Redhawks.

Can you talk to turkeys? she asked, despite knowing it was a ridiculous question. If you left home a few months ago but still suck at hunting, how did you survive all this time? Let me guess: the turkeys helped?

He was a little on the lanky side, though she wouldn’t call him thin. Towhee had once considered her skills supbar, though life on the road had demanded she get better or face starvation. She would consider herself a solid 6.5 out of 10 these days. Where would Cinar rate himself?