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It had taken him awhile to track back from the lake area he had been in. When he arrived or thought he did he blinked, staring at a group of turkeys. A glance back and squint, wait, s**t, Spinar sighed. A hand running down his face as he realized he had went to far. A glance back to the turkey and a brow rose. Food. The villager he ran into was cooking a fish, greedy too, maybe they just needed food to soften up to strangers?

The fog would be a pain in the a** to hunt with, or shop if this place had any shops that is. He rubbed over his chin considering for a moment before heading back to the town. Just at the gates a cloaked figure caught him and asked for help, a moment to frown and the frost demon gave in. Well maybe they would trade help for help. Agreeing Spinar took the portable spit and went back to the turkeys.

After a moment to put the spit down where it wouldn't be in the way he picked his prey. Spying what looked to be the stupidest of the creatures and racing after it claws out. This would be easy, or so he hoped.

"Here birdy birdy.." He crooned running after the closes one with a glint of enjoyment to eye.

A jump and claws swiped the turkey on the side and with the hit the creature let out a cry of pain. But it didn't give up impressively enough it turned and gave him a nasty peck on the hand. More annoying than painful Spinar growled and went to hit the damned thing again. Only to his dismay the creature saw the attack coming and started to race away. Looking much like a fool he gave chase, nearly tripping over himself in the fog but only using that as fuel. Speeding up he closed in on the turkey and hissed getting ready for another attack as the stupid thing stretched its neck up and tried to find him in the fog.

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Claws tore for the last time this time and Spinar knelt to the ground as the bird dropped with a last weak cry and thud. Chilly hands lifted the creature and he started back through the fog to find the spit. A mistake being he had sat the damn thing down and with all the running after the bird had kind of forgotten where. It took nearly an extra thirty minutes for him to move slowly around the place he thought the device was before actually bumping into it on accident. A sigh and the bird was dropped and he got ready to carve it up and cook it. Wondering for a moment as he stared at the thing about all the feathers. He didn't want to take the time to pluck the damn thing and wouldn't. Which would obviously make cutting it up harder but Spinar didn't always think smarter especially not when frustrated.

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