trouble with feathers [Pyralis]

The voice of another reached her audits, waterlogged as they might be. Attention diverted to a dark form, lurking partially within the waves of the shore. Hunting birds, hm? Dark limbs pulled her through the water, edging closer to the stranger.
"Well, I hear there are a few wild chickens lurking about further inland. The pheasants are nice too." Accented vocals would reply, the dame rooting her paws in the sand. Water dripped steadily from the thick strands still clinging to her form. They would take most of the spring season to shed. "I would stay away from the macaws, their beaks are incredibly strong." She added, moonstone optics scanning over the vegetation. There weren't many ground fowl lurking this close to the waters edge. They would be further in, near a fresh water source.
"What do you say we hunt them down? They should have nested by now." The offer was friendly, all in good faith. If she chose not to accept, that was fine. The phantom was enjoying her swim alone, so returning to it wouldn't be a hardship upon her.