Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

He'd heard them approaching before he'd seen them, and had been lapping up some water at the lake's edge when the large flock of geese landed on the water- followed by another, and then another. The noisy, raucous honking sounds they made caused Bronco to flick his ears back, not terribly impressed at how such a creature could be so obnoxiously loud. He hadn't hunted goose- but it seemed like they were the sort of animal that belonged in a very particular group of prey animals- those that did not care at all that they were being watched by a predator. They didn't seem to feel the need to hide of stop their honking; it was like they felt invincible. 

...Which was laughable, to a young carnivore. 

Some of the geese paddled over toward the shore where the lake waters were shallower, to go bottoms-up as they presumably ate the grasses below the surface, and some even waddled out onto the banks to nibble at the grasses. Bronco meandered along the lake's edge, keeping himself tucked behind the bullrushes so that he could observe them from a safe distance, trying to figure out exactly what the best method was for hunting the stupendously loud Canada geese.