Duck Lake waterside

Grackle leaned in slightly, her tattered ears flicking forward to show she was listening. No need to be nervous, she purred melodically, her snake-like gaze boring into the woman's. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. She let the words hang in the air, hoping they came across as comforting. That was comforting, right?

I've never really hunted birds before. Only their eggs. Her voice carried a note of amusement as she pondered this. But sure, I'll lend you a paw. Why not? A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. She would never turn down a chance to broaden her already impressive range of skills.

Grackle shifted her weight, muscles rippling beneath her sleek, oil-slick coat. She could almost feel the tension radiating off the woman, and she tried—truly, she did—to put her at ease. Show me the way, little duck hunter, she growled, a playful edge to her voice. I'll follow your lead. The she-wolf grinned, lips pulling back to reveal just a few too many teeth.