Moonspear what's up danger

A toothy smile crossed his features when Hydra took notice of him and beckoned him closer; he would not waste an opportunity decent if it presented itself. Shorter steps brought him to her swiftly and silently but he kept the urge to pull some sort of shenangian to himself. As tempting as it was, a water fowl was still a treat... and there would be time for shenanigans later.

He gestured with his muzzle—what now? The options were aplenty but he would let her take point on this one. Her find, her decision, simple as that. And truth be told, he couldn't have claimed to be a master of going after birds that were far more capable of gliding across water as they could sky, but perhaps she had more practice in that realm.