Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

ridgeback allows her the remaining shreds of her dignity as she plays it off — but he knows. he saw; it's in the coy, mischievous glint of his fiery gaze — and rolls his shoulders as his head turns away to survey the part of the quarry's bottom they had yet to explore. even so, ridgeback can't entirely fight the smirk that curls the corners of his lips as she splashes around in a manner that reminds him of a small, excitable cub. he shakes his head ever-so-slightly and stretches before lowering to his haunches and then to his belly at the bank of the pool. he watches as she dives under in an attempt to get something. ridgeback's first thought is fish but he doesn't see any and is left wondering only to ask — because he can't seem to help himself — are you part otter? teasingly when she comes back up for a breath. he can't recall seeing anyone dive under water like that except for fish and even then doesn't remember seeing any of his siblings fish like that before.