Dawnlark Plains Madly

Masque would allow her to lead now.  She read the intention and considered it, then quietly began to pick her way along the stream north, intentionally slinking to hide her progress some.  She knew that her sibling would follow suit.

There was a place where the river widened and slowed, where the water along the bank stilled in a sort of bowl as it was cut from the swifter current.  Her ears pricked at the telltale sound of geese.  They had returned!  And with them the opportunity for a hunt.  She had done so once or twice since Ashlar showed her, but never alone.

She crept towards the bordering growth, then paused and waited for Masquerade to place themselves similarly.  She would catch her gaze again before, ensuring they both were ready before they attempted to break cover.  If this went well both would have lunch and some to share with another.  One goose could easily feed two.