Silver Creek the ants go marching one by one

he laughed at her as she did what he had, drowned herself in water to rid her mouth of the horrible taste. though his eyes shone with mirth, he did not taunt her, nor did he miss her little yawn. a glance to the sky told him it was time to return, though he was annoyed that neither of them had caught anything to bring back. he wished he'd stuffed himself to the gills when prey was around, and vowed to do just that when it came back.

if it came back, Cas amended grimly in his head. "hey, c'mon. let's get you home, tired-butt." he began to move back the way they had come, glancing to see that Spring followed.