It was sometime in the morning, Sacre wasn’t sure, he’d usually be asleep at this time, but he was groggily making his way across the Thistle Meadow instead. This was because he had been disturbed by the strangest of creatures—turkeys. Funny birds, Sacre thought that their look made them seem permanently unimpressed and offended by something or someone in particular. They weren’t small either, for a bird. The fox-boy much preferred the song birds who sang pretty tunes for his ears rather than these gaggling bunch of red faces. There are two who do like the birds, however, and as Sacre walked he talked in his mind to his foxes who eyed the creatures hungrily. “I don’t want to be chased by a flock of turkeys” he grumbled, because he would, knowing his luck. The pair trotted alongside him and stopped at times when they thought he wasn’t watching to crouch down in preparation to pounce and, just as they were about to, Sacre would shoot them a look. Trust him to travel to the Meadow just in time for there to be a spontaneous flock of turkeys to tempt the noses of foxes. If there were only one or two, the Nurse might have not been so bothered about letting them give in to their urges, but Sacre really didn’t feel like being chased by a whole group of rather plump birds.  

There's also a gathering of horses there, strangely, and Sacre frowns, wondering if somehow there was something happening with all the gathered turkeys. It wasn't Kisamoa again was it? What could he possibly want with turkeys? Yet, even though he spotted some familiar faces, he couldn't see the sea horse, but there was something else. Something hidden amongst the clucking birds. He saw the pale filly sneaking through the crowds of turkeys to try get to it and, taking it as a challenge, Sacre decided that maybe it was okay if his two foxes wanted to have a little fun.

Not needing to be told twice, Inari and Ríona headed towards the bunch of turkeys, stalking them as they did before pouncing, they weren't at all interested in the orb, rather, the cluster of prey so delightfully scattered before them. Sacre hoped he could scatter them, that they wouldn't all come chasing after him, and that perhaps he might be able to catch up with the girl ahead to see what the orb was and what it did. Sacre had been around enough strange phenomenons in Helovia to know that moments of oddness like this were often more than they seemed.