Duck Lake know what you want

The variegated girl responded, something caught in between smart-ass and opinionated smart-ass. The assassin usually had a flare of 'Alright, don't care, bye', but today was a good day; and she somehow only made it a bit more fun.  A smirk came to surface, and he refuted her belief.

"Asphyxiation is done with a variety of things. Feathers aren't excluded, but you go right ahead, princess."

His eyes found the base of a tree, uprooted mildly and hidden in a 'meticulous' placed shrubbery. With a nonchalance, he sauntered up to it and listened for any signs of life within it. Confirmation over, dark paws attacked the hole's entrance, digging up layer by layer of dirt in swift and methodical strokes.

"I can tell you already don't devulge in eating waterfowls, considering your pelt is as dry as it is. Well kempt, yes, but oily, no. If you'd like to waste time with an oily coat, be my guest."

Eating one water bird was enough for a good passover, but the girl's fur was already luscious. It didn't need it, especially if she ate proper prey as often as she was supposed to. Eating three of the oily birds skins would definitely be a bit much, and the oil secretions would matte and cake up on her. She would get tangled in her grooming, and matte would begin, along with stinking from everything she came across. However, girls were stubborn, and not as practical, sometimes. Then again, who knew what she had planned? And who was he to give a damn?

A hare was quick to try and escape him as Cry managed to dig up the last tunnel. Dark brown and fast, the rodent made an attempt to hop past him, but unlike rabbits, hares weren't as quick. Cry hunted rabbits and other smaller meals, for a living when it came to providing meals for the caches. This hare had no chance.

A paw was sent directly at the leaping form of the hare, and knocked it off its vector, hurtling wildly and disoriented. While it was stunned, Cry snapped a row of waiting daggers at the back of its neck, stopping the twitching for good.
With the fat meal in his mouth, he shook off his covertuous coat, and illustrated how he too, wasn't in for oily meals; the dust came near away near cleanly.

The void walker decked near her with his hearty meal and began skinning the hefty rodent.