Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Thank god for turkeys, Murdock thought to himself as he moved opposite of War, keeping his brown body low and partially concealed in the dry grasses. There were many times when he'd been too weak to hunt anything substantial, but turkeys had always been easy picking. They were meaty and slow, and when you were hungry, downright delectable.

And the woman sure seemed hungry.

War snapped for one, but the bird skirted him just in the nick of time. Bad luck, thought Murdock. And a bad eye. There was no doubt that it was a dead one, now. Murdock had wondered, but it seemed as though he wouldn't have to wonder any longer. Luckily, War had Mur with him that day. The birds startled right in his direction, and though the choicest animal seemed to sense him and flew far above his head, Murdock was able to dart for a younger female and close his teeth around one of her flapping wings.

She put up a good fight, but with a few harsh shakes, went limp. With a wag of his tail and a muffled bark in War's direction, the male turned and began heading back toward @Noma. When the den was in sight, he set the kill down and gave a short, happy bark. Soup's on.