Duskfire Glacier stir fry

Currituck can’t even imagine the excitement that’s about to happen. There’s so many of them! If she loses one, she’ll have another. Surely, she can get at least one of them!
 
But she is forced to skid to a stop, slamming a little roughly into Mirabelle’s legs as she cuts off. As much as she lacks any sort of hunting skill, any grace is lost too. Currituck slams into the ground and groans, looking up as the other shakes her head. Her brows knit together and she rolls over with the nudge, reluctantly picking herself up to her feet. Whatever she has to show her isn’t as exciting and she turns her head over her shoulder to watch the chickens begin to collect themselves and come together as a group once more.