Duck Lake duck hunting

the january woman approached the lake curiously, coming for just a drink but being drawn in by the sight of a stranger. she appeared to be swimming-- or wading, more like. and the more aria watched, the more she realized she was contemplating hunting. of course, the idea was stupid. alone, water was not the most convenient hunting terrain-- but hunger brought about a certain kind of determination that sometimes overrode this. 

aria was out of the way, so she merely stood at the waters edge, head dipping to lap at the water, pale gaze locked on the scene unfolding before her.

aria ur being useless