Greatwater Lake the waiting game

The jet-black hybrid seemed relaxed, but in reality, he was patiently waiting for an opportunity. Saena still didn't entirely understand what he was doing, but sensed that he was no danger to her by the slow turn of his head and the way he remained prone on the ground. She also posed him no threat, and as for his bird... well, it seemed it was already claimed. Drat.

She slowly seated herself with her eyes still trained greedily on the bird, even though it was off limits. "It may be hard to believe, but I find it hard to get them to stick around like that. Something about not wanting to be eaten," she joked, glancing away from the bird and finally seeing the faint outline of a hole in the ground not far from the dark, scruffy male. "What're you doing?" she asked, suddenly more curious about the hole than the bird.