Algoma Prairie

Jynn was struggling to follow the youth's words and line of thinking but she was eager to make good on her offer to help. So she readied herself and timed her leap so that her front paws landed on the turkey's back and her jaws at its throat where she swiftly bite through its flesh nearly to the spine. There was a mess of blood as the creature weakened. It only made sense to her to pull parts off the creature when it was dead. It never even entered her thoughts that the boy might want to keep the bird alive. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a number of prey animals scattering at the ruckus. The prairie dogs diving into their burrows and the pronghorn scattering. Only the bison seemed unphased.