Greatwater Lake the waiting game

The grin the white and red female shot the gray jay was enough for it. Its eyes bulged and, after a moment of staring bug-eyed at her it chirped and flew off, it's nerves having gotten the best of it. Jaws' attention was momentarily stolen from the badger hole as he watched his feathered companion flee. He did not see the grin she passed to it, but he did not need to, knowing all too well how flighty the bird was. His gaze refocused on the task at hand.

"Chill, I'm not gonna take your badger," she said and Jaws gave her a slight muzzle tip in recognition of her words. "I have never eaten them," he commented, "but food is food. I have eat carrion so rotten even the flies were done with it. The badger is a gift for someone with exotic tastes." Jaws' ears suddenly thrust forward and his body became rigid, a sudden bit of movement catching his eye. He stared intensely, but the badger did not show. It must have just been the breeze, so he relaxed again, somewhat.

"Not officially," he replied to her question. "But I can hunt anything that lives." he turned his head just enough to give her a devious wink. If he was not so focused on the badger, he would be a lot more focused on this pretty thing.