Duck Lake nothing left to lose

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His wounds had healed significantly, and Lecter felt the sting of hunger in his gut. Having raided the caches and survived on small rodents for some time, he craved larger prey, craved the spurt of blood between his jaws.

With a daring not characteristic for those of his age, Lecter ventured into the sedges at the edge of the lake known for its loud waterfowl. Though he did not truly know if he could catch one of the quacking birds, the shaman decided to attempt all the same. Waiting with bated breath until the larger of two ducks near the water's edge drew near, a drake with scintillating feathers, the madman burst from his cover in a flurry of mud and torn grasses.

Squawking with fear, the birds backpaddled, attempting to take to the air, but Sos was upon the side of the witch, and his jaws closed firmly around the foolish neck of the duck. Giving a powerful shake of his own ruff, Lecter snapped the thin bone there and paused with sides heaving in the shallows, to rest as his prey dangled from his jaws.

It was only then that his victorious gaze grew cold as he registered his lack of solitude in the form of a smaller creature on the bank nearby.