Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

jr drops to almost her belly, using the foliage, dead and reedy as it was for coverage. keen eyed, she watches the other girl as she sneaks up behind the quail. ears, useless anyway, flutter back against her skull as her gaze then shifts from her hunting partner to their prey. it remains unsuspecting, until it is spooked.

it comes towards her at a sprint.

jr's muscles tense; a spring coiled and ready to be let loose.

it draws nearer and she lunges at it. it scrambles to veer a different direction suddenly; confused. panicked.

this time, it is easier. this time, jr finds success as she uses the bird's disorientation to her advantage and ends it's life. quick; not interested in making it suffer.

pride swells beneath her breast as she scoops it up and brings it towards her companion, tossing it onto the earth between them.