Duck Lake i am under the surface —?

The russet female was lingering, as she always was, nearby. Her petite frame percariously perched on a thin, fallen birch tree in her typical feline fashion. Oath held an incredible stillness, bright eyes narrowed, that watchful gaze on her pale friend. The soothing lakeshore and beautiful scenery could easily lull anyone into a false sense of security - but the small female was too paranoid to let her guard down entirely. Not where Goose was involved. She clocked another form at the waters edge, someone drinking. Her ears perked in vague interest, but she remained where she was. Goose would have to learn to handle herself without Oath's interventions someday. The russet would gauge the interaction, and interrupt only if it was truly necessary.

 

lil cameo / entrance for later, maybe~