Hushed Willows Choose not a life of imitation

The pack was dwindling.  Bridget hunkered down, staring avidly at the waterfowl that floated lazily on the water.  They were migrating but luckily had chosen this place as a resting point.  Slowly, she crept forward, paw by paw inching closer.  Her focus, however, was drifting.  First @Orlaith... then @Aoibh.  Both women had held the potential to prove interesting, both in the wind now.  Thankfully Diedre and Lumiya remained, and Bridget had found a new friend in Tehya... but you could not deny, the court was diminished.

With a furious surge, Bridget rushed forward, taking a flying leap for the goose that listed nearest the water's edge.  Her jaws snapped for the neck, but she'd misjudged.  She hadn't let it get close enough.

She splashed down into the chest-deep water and was immediately beset with a flurry of beating wings and the sharp rap of the hellish bird's beak.  Fucking hell,  she snapped, then ducked her head and flattened her ears as the bird lifted off.  Bridget's fur was definitely heated with frustration at the missed chance, but she couldn't take another shot without risking losing an eye.

She slogged her way to shore and climbed up onto the bank before shaking water from her thick pelt.  She felt a stinging between her ears where the damn bird had gotten a particularly good shot in and felt a small drabble of warmth begin to trickle down.  She hadn't even gotten a feather and the damn thing had drawn blood?  Holy fuck she was rusty.