Duck Lake looking like a snack

Rue had hoped to snatch up a duck for her own snack, but it the other hunter beat her to the punch. She sighed inwardly as she watched the flock take to the air, a furious cloud of flapping wings and indignant quacks. In a moment, all that was left of them were a few downy feathers floating lazily down around the hunter, the man standing victorious with his meal hanging from his jaws. 

Rue lifted herself from her hidden position with a congratulatory, chuffing bark to signal her presence. She then waved her tail amicably before resettling onto the ground, hoping to communicate to the hunter that she was in no way interested in taking his spoils. She was simply available for conversation, should he desire any. Unwilling to trigger any kind of territorial instinct within the stranger, she would not approach him uninvited while he had food in his possession.