Hushed Willows Where does it say you gotta live and die here?

The sky was a multitude of hues; orange and yellow and in spots blue with scattered purple. A gorgeous array of colors, like an artist took a brush and swept the sky with some expensive paints. All of it worthwhile in the end, the result was a beauty. Decisions had been made though, for now. The duo had no time for pretty sky, for now, the focus was food. Lale was a perfect spy, no animal would think a simple whistle would be the call for their demise.

The innocent-seeming bird being the final strike, the decision-maker, the queen screaming off with her head as the pale woman stalked silently. The time, the ball of feathers had chosen a semi-plump rabbit, a decent meal. Iolana nodded when Lale put forth her final decision and made her way towards her next meal. Creeping forward the lady waited in the brush for the right moment, a twitch of her ear signaling her position to the lookout above.