Dawnlark Plains Madly

Masquerade seemed willing.  Redd let the ghost of a smile flit across her expression, then settled into the focus of the hunt.  Geese were formidable but cowardly when not nesting… with nothing to defend they would flee. They needed a pair with few others nearby.

She circled, creeping behind the growth, and allowed her ears to determine the sparser outskirts of the flock.  Here.  Three lingered nearby, floating placidly and occasionally dipping below for the plants in easy access near the shore.  The water would slow their approach, but with a leap, Redd thought them within fairly easy reach.

A glance to her hunting partner and a pointed look at the one she herself would take.  Masquerade could choose to assist or to pursue their own - but Redd would erupt forth once the decision seemed settled.

feel free to make some assumptions <3 I’ll prob roll to see how Redd’s goes next post