Blacktail Deer Plateau hey man,

Reality hadn't yet set in for Cosmo, that if he didn't catch this rabbit, he'd go hungry for even longer. His meals weren't going to be lovingly made and served to him in a doggy bowl with his name on it like they used to be. Hunting was something exciting to him, like a game, or a new command he was being trained to do. 

He tried to focus hard as he tracked, but ended up occasionally getting sidetracked by new and exciting scents. He almost didn't process what the new one they were both tracking was until Kindle spoke.
Cosmo looked up from the ground to see some sort of group of bird things, which he'd never seen before in his life. He assumed you could eat them, though. Maybe they were like chickens.

“Okay!” Cosmo shout-whispered cheerfully, all the while realizing he didn't quite know how to do that. He knew about prey drives in different kinds of dogs, and knew that Samoyeds weren't high on the list – he'd heard that they were bred to hunt large game as a group, but that wasn't something that was ever part of his job, so it was an area he was greatly untrained in. He crouched down – he thought that was what you were supposed to do – and attempted to stalk closer.

There was a smaller one on the edge of the group, looking the opposite direction, and completely oblivious. Cosmo didn't notice the comparisons you could draw there with his own role out here. They'd been looking for a while, and his stomach was rumbling, and he was finally starting to get tired, so he wasn't having quite as much fun. He just wanted to actually catch something. 

I have no clue how to do this, Cosmo thought, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing up his muscles. Instincts, wherever you are, please help me out here! He reached inside himself, looking for anything his canine ancestors left him. He only noticed that he managed to grab something in return as he leapt forward.

There was a mess of feathers and white fur as the still surprisingly large bird and him tumbled, rolling together on the ground as it flapped its wings wildly, but he held on tightly (when had his teeth found themselves in its neck?) as he clamped down, tail managing to wag with pure adrenaline as his tastebuds were overcome with something metallic. And feathery.

He hadn't noticed that the troupe of turkeys had long since been scared off, as he clamped down harder, and the turkey's flailing became less and less frantic, until it didn't seem to out up a fight anymore. His grip on instinct loosened, and so did his teeth on the bird's neck as it flopped to the ground, lifeless.

“Kindle! I didth ith!” Cosmo was muffled by feathers as he spoke, which he had to spit out, along with some blood. He was completely oblivious to the fact that his bright white fur was stained with blood on his snout and chest as he bounded triumphantly towards Kindle. “I caught something! I did it!”