Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

There was one goose that seemed to have trouble taking off from the water — when another startled it, it unfurled its wings in preparation for flight but only awkwardly flapped twice before settling again, one wing left untucked and dragging lazily through the water. Lucca narrowed his gaze as he watched it, ear tips almost quivering from the focus he was exerting. He shuffled forward a little, not even realising the red-cloaked being come up behind him until he began to lash his tail.

When it very suddenly came into contact — hitting whatever part of her was closest to his tail — with the girl that had snuck up on him, Lucca let out a holler of fright and spun around. Upon seeing a girl, he let out a second, softer yell before regaining his composure. Damnit, be cool. "H-hi!" he stammered, glancing back at the now honking fouls that had scattered to the opposite edge of the lake. Curses.