Moonspear what's up danger

She gestured for him to take his position and off he went, slipping into the cool waters as stealthy as he could muster. Though he could not still the ripples cast across surface tension, it did not seem to stir the goose from where it idled. If it had been disturbed then it by something on itself, as the bird craned its neck about to fuss over sleek feathers. His jaw parted with anticipation, his body low to the shallows as he lied in wait for Hydra to offer him some other signal.

When she did, the pair tore towards one another, hoping to seize the bird between eager jaws.