*Turkey*

Eleven domesticated turkey tread through the prairie. They aren't dark colored like their wild brethren; instead, they are mostly white. These turkey had escaped from a farm when a large branch had fallen and knocked down a portion of their fence.

Wind Caller

.|.Minx slinks after the turkeys slowly.

What a feast this would make for my pack and I!

The thought ran through her head, building the excitement. She slipped around the turkeys and circled them a few times. Turning to the Woodland Farm, she slipped off to fetch her alpha.|.

Wind Caller

.|.Femmora slowed upon reaching the prairie. She slipped through the grass until she was behind the prey. Crown cranes back as she awaits her alpha.|.

Storm Alarm

She soon appears, creeping low just off to the side of Wind Caller. A puzzled look is directed at the white turkey, and then to the wolfess. She didn't say anything though, in fear of their prey hearing. At least they smelled and appeared somewhat like normal turkey. With a signal of her eyes and tail, the alpha stalked forward, then veered off to the right of the birds. She waited for Wind Caller to get in position; where ever she saw fit.

Wind Caller

.|.Wind Caller steered herself to the left so she and Storm Alarm could cut off a small group. She slipped forward, closing in on the turkeys. She stopped a few feet from them and waited for her alpha's signal.|.

Storm Alarm

Seeing Wind Caller was ready, Storm Alarm signaled her with a flip of her head, then rushed at the turkeys suddenly. She went straight for the middle of the group and lunge up, ready to catch one by the wing, if not the neck.

Wind Caller

.|.Wind Caller rushed in as well, cutting a small group off from the rest as she circled. She continued to keep the turkeys in a tight bunch before lunging for the nearest one.|.

*Turkey*

Two turkey were taken down very easily. A group of four panic-stricken birds clustered around each other, having been herded by Wind Caller.

The five remaining turkey began to run across the ground, flapping their useless wings frantically. Unlike their wild brethren, these domestic turkey couldn't fly.

Wind Caller

.|.Dropping the slain fowl, she lunged at a second of the four remaining birds. Snapping her jaws around her targets neck, she shook fiercely. She was in a hurry now. The urge to go back to check on Railu was building. She was sincerely worried for the youth.|.

Storm Alarm

Storm Alarm was in much the same hurry, and dashed towards the nearest bird to break its neck between her jaws.

*Turkey*

The remaining birds were taken down easily even as they scampered across the ground in fright.

Wind Caller

|.Wind Caller shook the bird roughly then dropped it and aimed for another. The least she could do was eat her fill, store some in the caches and bring some fresh meat to Railu. She ran beside her last target and then snapped at its neck.|.

Wind Caller

..:..Wind Caller killed her target quickly, dropping it an lunging for one more. She brought that one down as well. Dragging her felled prey to one area, she sat beside and studied her prizes as her alpha went about her killing.
Which ones shall we eat, store, and which one shall we bring to Railu?
She questioned still studying her catches...:..

Storm Alarm

Storm Alarm killed the last of her quarry and turned her eyes over them with a discriminating look. "We should eat the two largest now. The rest, save one, can be temporarily buried in the snow until we can get them back to the caches." With as little as Railu had eaten lately, the smallest of the turkey would be more than enough to satisfy his hunger. Even though, she choose one of the largest to bring back to her son. Swiftly, she set upon one of the turkey she had killed and devoured it, crunching though the smaller bones. Once finished, she took her turkey one at a time and buried them under the snow. She made sure to scatter the birds out, so that if one was found, perhaps the others would be safe.

Taking the turkey she saved for Railu, Storm Alarm clutched it by the neck and sprinted for the Woodland Farm.

Wind Caller

.|.Wind Caller set upon her largest catch with eagerness. Finishing the last of the edible parts, the left the carcass and dug a fairly large hole for her felled birds. Dropping them in, covering them with much dirt and dead grass, she returned to the carcass she had just finished, plucking off a large bone. Shutting her jaws tightly about it, she bounded off after her alpha.|.