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

She was a hunter, honed in on her prey, and all small talk would have to wait until after they'd executed their hunt. Birds like partridge, pheasants and spruce grouse were things that Bronco had learned to hunt, but these birds were larger, louder, and did not seem nearly as flighty as the ones he had experience with. Still- his hunting partner seemed to know what she was doing, and that spurred his confidence. Geese couldn't be much harder to hunt than other birds, right? It wasn't like birds were aggressive, anyway. 

Little did he know. 

Regardless, his trusty companion seemed to have already come up with a plan- and was willing to be the one chasing the geese in his direction if she could sneak around to blind-side them. He nodded quietly and settled down into his chosen spot, from where he could just see the area she'd pointed out and the geese that waddled about between them. A couple of them had even chosen to sit on the grass, still either oblivious to the present danger, or simply unphased by the predators that lurked nearby.