Gobble Gobble

Seneca was glad to mark Spider down as another friendly face. How in the world did he get so lucky to find a place such as Armada? Wylan had welcomed him with proverbial open arms (wings?), and so had essentially every other wolf he had met along the way. When Spider confirmed they would like to join him, Seneca's tail wagged furiously for a moment or two, before slowing to a more normal pace. He looked back to where he thought the turkey were, somewhere ahead of him, but his eyes quickly cut back to his new hunting companion. Spider wanted him to take the lead and direct the hunt for both of them. "I - well - I mean -" he stammered, two opposing forces struggling for control within. Half of him absolutely jumped at the chance, eager to prove that, yes in fact he was a great hunter and could obviously lead others in a hunt, even if he had never done such a thing before. The other half wisely knew this and wanted nothing to do with it.

His bottom jaw opened and shut a few times as he tried to figured out what to say, before agreeing with a meek tone. "Okay, if you're sure. I don't know the forest well." He waited, teal eyes looking over the other wolf's face just in case Spider wanted to change their mind, before turning back to head in the direction of the turkey. He tried to move as quietly as he could through root and brush alike, his pine martin friend staying close by. Ears swiveled as he listened to the sounds of the woods, picking apart each noise as best he could. Random birds over there, something rustling back there, a loud scratch ahead. Fate smiled upon Seneca and another turkey called out. "There!" he whispered harshly to Spider, as if they couldn't have possibly known that was their quarry. He changed direction just slightly and dove behind a rather robust bush to give himself cover. A peek around the side confirmed what he had hoped - a small flock of turkey was ahead. They were all different sizes, which told him they were all different ages. Good, they had choices.

He looked to Spider, assuming they had followed him to the bush. "Now the hard part," he whispered again, waiting to see if they had any input.

WC: 397

Total: 1193/1500