Blacktail Deer Plateau hey man,

Kindle followed at a short distance, intending to try and grab a turkey himself if Cosmo flubbed it. But the dog did well after a bit of an uncertain start. Clumsy, but there was no arguing with results. He was prepared to offer nothing more than a quick, Nice,

— but he fell silent when he began to suspect that this was Cosmo's very first hunt. Inwardly, he felt a tiny thread of panic. Sure, he'd hunted this one, but how was he going to provide for himself? What was he doing out here??

"Eat up, then!" he said, just a beat too late, wagging his tail extra hard to make up for it. And then, "You did real good," he assured the dog — stridently, as if someone had just said otherwise. He was rebelling against the voice in his head that whispered that a loud, clumsy creature like Cosmo would surely die out here.

"We'll make a wolf out of you yet," he promised them both.