Whitefish River I see you

"I will do the scaring part then," Wraen readily volunteered, because Sunny sounded like he was a better expert and goose hunting than she was. And there were less chances to mess up - because, how hard scaring a flock of geese could be?

She waited until her partner had arrived to the right place and then moved herself towards the reeds, where the birds in question were having an avid conversation and had no idea of, what was coming for them. 

What she had not taken in account was that up close geese were way bigger than the convenient size of mallards she was used to. Therefore rather than charging right at them, she hesitated, unsure, whether it was a very good idea to provoke a species that were one-third of your size, but ten times in numbers. 

"BOO-HOooo...?" she barked at them loudly, though her voice was still very unsure of the chosen course of action.