Otter Creek Sound of Silence

lead the way.

and so she did.

she was unfamiliar with the area, but knew sticking close to the water's edge would likely prove fruitful in their search for a meal. time passed, the sun shifted, and eventually the pair ended their scouting at the edge of a gloomy woodland.

not interested in taking their search through the forest, she turned her attention to focus upon the water. a collection of mallard ducks sat along the bank of the stream, a few splashing about the water undisturbed by the presences of the two hunters.

she tossed a glance towards her inky companion, eyes seeking some input on his stance in the situation. if he had no objections, then it looked as if waterfowl would be on the menu.