For the love of turkey

Rhyme hadn’t realized he had company, movement was caught at the corner of his eye. He hated to take his eyes off the birds, but as she shifted his gaze he caught sight of Allegro. One of Abaven’s resident hunters. What a fantastic coincidence. Rhyme grinned broadly at the appearance of his pack mate. He hadn’t gotten to know the pale wolf well, but he knew they were related somewhat closely. Second or third cousins, maybe?

He nodded in the direction of the birds with an eager smile. ”Care for a hunt?” He whispered softly, not loud enough that the birds could hear him. He’d wait to tell the other male how much he enjoyed the current prey.

He usually hunted these by himself, he wondered how they might take on this challenge together. It would be a good bonding experience with a pack mate as well. Working close together like this could tell him a lot about Allegro.