Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

Tagging @Fire!

The recent drama that had gone down was only mildly acknowledged by the boy. Of course, he knew it was important and he should be paying more attention to the inner pack conflicts but, on the surface, things seemed to be trundling along just fine within the Plateau and so Lucca just assumed all was well. That one-eyed guy had disappeared, Towhee and the blonde girl had returned looking a little banged up but otherwise okay, and — most importantly — the newest litters had arrived!

And that meant he had a task to do.

Sure he wasn't as suave as Tegan the budding pack recruiter or as feisty as his warrior sisters, but Lucca had developed both the patience (and physical build) of a rock. He could sit and watch the herds of geese lounging in the Plateau's lake all day, and was slowly learning which ones were easy targets and would be a good meal for both mother and pups. He sat on the banks of the waters, ears pricked as he peered at the birds attentively, orange eyes flicking back and forth between each foul as he sought out his would-be prey.