Greatwater Lake the waiting game

Jaws' attention was trained on the hole in the ground, his muscles somewhere between tense and relaxed, wholly prepared to spring with deadliness. It was the nervous shifting of his 'lookout' that first alerted him that he was not be alone much longer. His ear flicked toward the approaching female, his gaze cast sideways, but his head did not turn. He did not want to miss his chance. To his surprise, the bird did not shriek and fly off as it normally did, but Jaws felt his little claws dig into his fur, felt his little body tense as it huddled closer, seeking protection from the stalwart male.

"You've got a little lunch on your back," she said as she drew near, to which Jaws had a clipped chuckle, recalling the time when all of this had begun, the day he opted not to have the bird for lunch. He had soon regretted it, but now embraced it. "Of course," Jaws drawled. Turning his muzzle so slightly to the female, but retaining his position, not sensing any reason he should stand. "Don't you pack a lunch for stakeouts?"