Duck Lake waterside

The woman smiled! Sure, she winced too, but that was irrelevant. Mission success! Maybe she wasn't so terrible at this socializing thing after all. A rather self-satisfied smirk settled on Grackle's face.

If all else fails? I plan on having both, the adder replied, her gaze picking among the reeds, Do you think you're better suited to duck catching or egg stealing? She tilted her head, studying the little stranger. I think you'd be less likely to alert the hen, but I might be able to fit more eggs in my mouth, she mused, squinting at the woman calculatingly. Or, we could split up, each try for different birds, then search for eggs once they're spooked.

Grackle's tail twitched in anticipation, the thrill of hunting and outsmarting their prey bubbling up through her veins, making her paws grow restless. Her dark nails flexed, leaving grooves in the earth. What do you think?