Duck Lake A real go getter

She caught the slightest reluctance and chalked it up to her disfigurement. It was okay. The boy was kind enough, and she nodded, folding herself closer, down low.

Yes, we'll wait until they settle down, Lilitu murmured, smiling. She watched the beating wings, slowing. . .slowing. Slow.

There was a group of them particularly relaxed, and she nodded toward that direction—a small inlet of the pond, where they snapped at greenery underneath the surface.

Let's get 'em, she whispered, and began to stalk ahead.