Dawn was setting; having only been awake for a few hours Ryce had made his way through the majority of the city and now stood on the edge of buildings where further would lead him into a familiar area where he often would hunt. Verlyna’s pond was within the thicket of woods, the tall grass that surrounded was a marvelous place the ferret enjoyed to creep about. Sniffing as he moved he soaked in the aroma paying attention to his movements and on the lookout for those of others. The scene was clear and oddly quite, aside for the rustling of the tall weeds as the wind blew, it almost seemed threating and left him with the idea there was another on the look for their next meal. Ryce clenched his paws into the dirt, as uncertainty arose his actions became fully instinctive, not moving was the only thing he could until a better grasp was had. As the wind died, the rustling continued a short distance in front of him, Ryce stepped forward weaving through the larger bungles of weeds and continued his attempt in catching a distinctive smell. The breeze flowing past him coming from behind he wasn’t able to catch anything. He could hear that he was getting closer; the sound getting louder and louder it became obvious as to what it was. The wild turkey |