Duck Lake A real go getter

Rolled a fail for Pukei ;_; Feel free to do a roll for Sven!

What seemed to be the younger of the two accepted her presence with a small smile, and the older, darker woman met her gaze with a firm nod. She noted the missing eye with a wince of sympathy; a gruesome, stark contrast compared to the boy's cute smattering of freckles that marked his own features. Pukei wondered briefly if this was a mother teaching her son hunting techniques and she had intruded on their bonding time, but the growling of her stomach in anticipation had her not dwell too much on the thought.

Lowering herself back into obscurity, she turned her attention once more upon the ducks, peering at them through the tall grass. They hadn't seemed to have taken notice of the hunters, or if they had, they seemed to not care. Their mistake.

Now. The scarred woman gave the signal and the three wolves burst fourth from their hiding spots. Pukei immediately bounded into the shallows of the lake just as she had done when hunting the beavers. The birds scattered, some taking to the air, others towards the shore. One faltered in front of her as it took flight, and the girl seized her chance, hind legs finding purchase in the muddy ground below the water before she launched herself at the duck.

Unlike her previous hunt, however, Pukei was not successful this time. The bird wheeled mid-flight, smacking her face with it's beating wings as she completed an ungraceful, bounding arc from the bank, splashing down into the deeper waters face-first.