Ghost in the Winds

Ghost proved not to need much explaining which pleased Summer greatly. The man was intuitive and intelligent, and already was working seamlessly with his packmate though they hadn't spent much time yet together. There was no time to express his compliments however as Ghost moved in to herd them towards the forest where Summer was swiftly moving to position himself for the kill.

The turkeys fluttered stupidly at the edge of the woods, some floundering into the underbrush while others scattered and darted back out towards the field. Summer leaped forward at those that stumbled over the forest floor, landing squarely upon the back of one such bird and digging his jaws deeply into its spine. With a snap of its bones, he knew that one bird at least was going no where. His gaze shifting up at the rest of the scene, he looked to Ghost to see how exactly he was faring with the flock.