Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

He lumbered beside his pack mate, gait slow and almost haggard in a way despite his youth — a contrast to the light, calculated steps of the red-haired female. He, too, made sure not to touch the water, however. The one they were hunting wouldn't be able to get very far with a bum wing, but it would be much easier to find him if they weren't all panicked and...the realisation struck him mid-thought. Wait a second, it would be easier if all the others flew away! Process of elimination, right?

As they came nearer to the flock and the girl cast him a questioning glance, Lucca flashed her an excited look. The fun part, came his wordless answer, before he suddenly raced into the shallows with a series of barks and snarls. As expected, the geese erupted into their own chorus of alarmed honks, the vast majority taking to the air in a flurry of feathers and water. The Blackthorn charged in as far as the depth of the lake would allow, gaze eagerly scanning the chaos for sight of the injured bird.