Greatwater Lake To that night

Wraen was lying in the tall grass and was watching the ducks that were swimming near the lake's bank. Few weeks earlier she had caught sight of a mother duck with several little, fluffy ducklings keeping close to their matriarch. Now there was sight of only one bugger and she figured that either the last batch had grown up very quickly or someone else had had a marvelous feast and this was all that was left here now. 

Her main focus, however, was not the youngster, but singling out the one feathered avian that would become her lunch today. There were different tactics of, how to attract them close to the water's edge or even better - on the ground, where they weren't that fast. The most bizarre show she had witnessed had been performed by her mother Osprey. Who had danced, rolled on the ground and pretended to be completely mad. And she had been pretty convincing, because the silly birds had swam towards her and only their wings had saved them from a most certain death.

Dancing was not an option here because of the lack of space, therefore Wraen took the cat-like approach, being patient and waiting to make the right move. That moment finally came - she shot out of the grass into the water, attempting to tackle one of the three birds that had come close ending up with mouth full of feathers and one rather ruffled looking duck swimming hastily away, quacking accusingly. Oh well, she would have to give another try.