Otter Creek Sound of Silence

He followed quietly. Eyes on the surrounding area, and his partner. Ears tweaked forward for any rustle of the underbrush or movement among the trees. 

Thus far their hunt was proving less than fruitful, at teh edge of the large woodland, he froze and though he didn't mind forests mostly. This one seemed rather univiting.

He heard the ducks first then saw them, and with fluid movements, he went into a hunter's stance. Giving her all the agreement he hoped she'd need.