Moonspear deepest greens, and rainbow blue

She slid into the shadows, and had just returned to the rendezvous moments before reaching the stick-wielding pup's scene. Her first efforts on the hunt had failed, so she opted for fishing instead when she didn't particularly feeling like exerting herself chasing. Now she brought back the creekwater and a small fish that suited her well enough. With the cool-down from a saturated coat, she had very little to complain about right now.

Since sharing was to be avoided if she could help it, she did not rush to go to the pups quite yet. She settled within earshot and did not move to distract from what busied them. As she peeled at the scaled flesh, she tuned in with mild interest to see what may unfold between the dark son and an observing daughter--and if and when they might notice her casually lurking back on them.