Larksong Grotto Gucci

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From his place on the ridge, Reek remained perfectly still and silent as he watched Jhala stalk her prey intently. Being in the shape he was, he didn't want to get in the way, but it took all the self-control he had not to sweep down the ridge and join her in the coming fray. Reek had never considered himself much of a hunter, especially before relocating to the grotto, but these geese -- they were a hoot and a half to hunt down. It was almost like a game, and now, Reek felt he was unable to play.

His head drooped sadly on his outstretched forepaws as he considered how he was currently doomed to stay in a state of non-participation. Jhala, however, seemed to be doing just fine on her own. She neared ever closer, stalking in the grass. The geese remained confident in their position, unaware of the wolf lurking just out of sight. Then, without any warning, Jhala sprang forward. Reek felt his heart pound in his chest, as if he was living vicariously though her as she hunted. She was soon lost and flurry of flapping wings. Having been concealed in the commotion, Jhala was no longer visible.

Reek's body tensed. He rose from his sprawl and stood atop the ridge to get a better look. "You snag one?" he asked, calling out to her from his high perch.