Ghost in the Winds

Summer's gaze landed on the older male as he killed his third turkey. His brows lifted in surprise to see him with so many dangling from his jaws. It seemed a bit like overkill to him, but he wasn't about to complain. The more food the better. If he had it his way, their caches would be so overfull that Winter that they started using the leftovers to decorate their dens with. They were a long way off from that, but it was a nice thought regardless.

The young wolf turned to watch as the remaining birds scrambled into the woods and away. He likely could have chased down a couple more himself, but four seemed like a good enough haul. Looking back at his companion, Summer shared a smile. "Nice catch," he complimented, pawing absently at his own kill, "We should drag the extra out into the Oasis and store them in one of those caches by the meeting area so all of our wolves can enjoy them."