Turkey In The Straw

Stjarna's ears twitched as she thought she heard something in the grass. She jumped when she heard the chuff and turned to see a man standing there. He immediately started giving her hunting advice and she realized he must be hunting the turkeys as well. She glanced over to where she knew Álarr's raven was before glancing back to the man. She nodded. "Ok, I'll try it." She'd learned that her defensive mutations could also be used offensively if the occasion called for it but this might be a bit hard to do. Star flexed her claws before slinking into the grass, keeping low though she needn't really have bothered. The grass was a good deal taller than her even when she was standing.

When she felt she couldn't get much closer without being noticed she bounded forward and leapt for the nearest turkey. Her fangs latched on just behind the wing joint, claws digging in. The bird squawked and flapped and she released an electric jolt from her side that was touching the bird.